I walked through the tiny village Anyor.The clothes hanging on colored walls was a sight to behold. The villagers sure thought I had lost it, clicking Sarees hanging out to dry , which was quite a mundane thing for them.
I looked up and spotted a woman smoking beedi (tobacco) and clicked her. She noticed me clicking and said “Ruko!” (Wait)
I thought she would throw the beedi and pose for me. Instead she pulled her pallu to her head and said “Ab kheecho” (click now), letting out a puff in style!
I was amazed. This was no big city. A small town with rigid beliefs. But here was a woman who chose to live life her way, who chose to be herself proudly, fearlessly and a woman who chose her pallu over the beedi 😛