In the Business of Selling Love
Yesterday, I saw a little girl selling a single rose in Delhi’s traffic. She was trying so hard, hoping that at least someone would buy that flower. By the time she reached me, the signal turned yellow, and she knew she had to rush back to the divider. The way she ran through the traffic, her little dupatta flying behind her, she looked like a supergirl,flying through all the chaos! In that moment it was like, she felt free, free from the weight of responsibilities placed on her little shoulders. And at that exact moment, I remembered something….or someone. It was January last year. I was in my hometown, Chittagong, camera in my hand, looking for stories. In Kajir Dewari, just opposite of Radisson Blu, I saw her. A little child, almost the same age as the girl here in Delhi, carrying a bucket full of roses, running here and there trying to sell them. After a while, tired of all the running, she sat beside the road with the bucket next to her. I lifted my camera toward her. Seeing it, s...
