Sunday morning in Mysore, jump in a rickshaw to the city market. Get fleeced by the rickshaw driver (as usual) but only put up a small fight. What's 10 rupees between friends.
Enter the market and shortly find this lady sorting betel leaves. She's sitting elevated on a central platform. What I find so remarkable is the resemblance to native American women. Grey hair like this is actually not so common in India, as most people dye their hair to hide it.
She's caught up in her work, unaware of the light, the beauty around her.
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