Everyday he sits here, doing nothing but holding out his hand and that’s how he survives. It’s not like he is somehow physically or mentally challenged, he is perfectly capable of working and earning what he needs.
He will sit here years after years until one day he dies.
I wonder, what his contribution will have been to our planet.
This entry was posted in Photography, street photography, Writing/blogging and tagged Bangladesh, beggars, Dhaka, street on April 7, 2015 by suzzeta.
I kill the black of the line extending out of out stretched hand that holds the pan, in a screwed angle [ ] far left …….. There is a story there, and it may or may not be of indolence…..