And yet again I cannot sleep , two days of decent sleep and I am back to sleepless nights.

Lying awake for hours can do wonders for one’s thought process, all those thoughts pushed aside and shoved under the carpet jump at you like a rattle snake.

Just the other day at a shoot, I realized that one of the kids we had photographed died of the cold. She was nine months old, poor and her parents were drug addicts. I don’t know what to think, a part of me wants to believe it’s the best that could have happened, a life where poverty is your only hope, is not worth living. But then again a part of me screams out and wants to hold EVERYONE responsible for her death accountable. She was fucking 9 months old, and she had a right to live didn’t she?

We can all live in our wee bubbles and not care a fuck, but for how long?

The other thing that hit me hard was when photographing another slum kid, we asked him whats the one thing he would really want, and in all his innocence, he replied, “ I get only one of cup of tea a day, I would be happiest if I got two!!”

And there I was cribbing about my Earl Grey just that morning, cribbing about how I would rather not drink Darjeeling or English Breakfast but only Earl fucking Grey.

It struck me hard to think that every time I sit on an edit, I drink copious amounts of Earl Grey, and then there was this child so deprived that his parents could’nt buy him two cups of tea a day, two mere cups of tea costing not more than 5 rupees.

Fuck this Shyte !!!!