Red sunsets by the River

Silks of red and burnt orange hang in between windows like a staged sunset. Hindi floats in the air as they converse the daily struggles. Their hands are worn and so are their eyes. Even as they beat their washing against uneven stones that stands at banks of rivers the long travelled dust settles on their clothes like snow flakes in the July heat. The maitrachs backs are bent and their movements synchronised Bollywood dancing in scilence with only the hindi and the river’s slaps against the banks to accompany them.

Girls’s innocence are covered in white cloths. This is their future ubless something changes. Inspired by Anna and The King Film.


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