There was a commotion on the street. Every kid wanted their “fotu” to be taken. Their excitement and smiles were a delight to watch and capture. I noticed a lady watching me. “Why don’t you come out?” I asked. “My mom in law won’t like it” she replies with a smile.There is an awkward silence.I don’t insist. I think of the stark differences in my country. On one hand there are women, no less than men, breaking barriers in every field. On the other hand there are women, with caged dreams. They seek to set them free through their kids. As I turn, she asks nervously,”Can you click Montu?” I nod. When I showed her son’s photo,her smile reached her eyes. I had to click her..even if it had to be through the window.