Sanjana, my little girlfriend. Froeigner fear factor - Tamil Nadu, India.
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Bottom right - As I just arrived to the neighborhood.
Above and beside - a month or two later.
...A postcard collage, a farewell to best friends made over a few months of my stay here. Printed and gave out.
Two of my friends here wrote about Indian children street life (Saroj Swain on http://jpgmag.com/stories/18947and Michele Wambaugh http://jpgmag.com/stories/18685 )
It happened rarely in India that I encountered such fear of a foreigner, especially from a kid.
However Sanjana was away from her parents and living with her aunt and husband cause her mom worked around the clock in the city.
Her 'parents' (the mom's sister and hubby) were all about getting her into my hands. They did it with sensetivity but yet it may have been pushy for her.
Of course I thought she's the sweetest most beautiful baby and that was probably like chasing a cat to come for petting.
However, as I became a family member at their neighbors home and with the open-door 'policy' around rural neighborhoods soon we rubbed shoulders and it just became part of everyday life.
Her parents gave me a candy to give her and later I would stop at the local grocer for a few candies and spread them around the kids.
In the beginning she was curious about the camera, then, after getting used to see her own face in a photo, she became natural and then playful, to an extent. She had her own agenda and was more shy then other kids.
That's the exception. Usually Indian kids were among the most natural about my presence.
In the story Dream weavers.
Also by Etan Doronne
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