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  • I was walking around Ooty a hill town in southern India, I was looking for the locals there – not the ones who came down recently and settled there – but the ones who have been living in Ooty forever. I was asked to take a hike around and might spot some on the top. It wasn't really a tough hike but then, being a smoker, haven't had my breakfast, and being in no hurry to get there I looked around for any subjects that might interest for a decent enough to photograph. I found these two guys – who were chatting from something like 200mts distance – and those sprinklers made enough noise so both had to raise up their volumes. Its been ages I saw someone speak that way, I was 5 or 6 when my grandpa used to take me to the farm and we used to watch the farm from a hammock. Every time a neighbour was in sight they used to speak exactly the same way as these people in Ooty did – mostly shouting and making had signs. Being kinda synesthetic in a way, I thought this can be a visual memoir for those walks of childhood.
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