Recently I read somewhere ” Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about, so be KIND, It kept on reverberating inside me for a long. It reminded me of something back in my childhood, When I was a kid, I used to think how people make their ends meet, how they earn and how they meet the expenses. From a sweeper to a labour, everyone’s life seemed to be a mystery for me, I could never imagine the hardships they go through everyday. Every human being is equal but not same, everyone has been choosen to live a different life. I found an answer to the question in my childhood somewhere hidden in the lives of these people, their lives are no less than a struggle, a struggle which they fight every day with themselves and with the world to survive, a struggle which keeps their spirit alive. They are stronger than you and me, they lack the comforts yet they don’t complain.
I have assembled a collection of pictures and tried to portray their pain, agony and their never ending hope.