Photographer's Note

this one is for my dad...

He left India when he was nine years old, to join may grandfather who was working as a builder in Africa. That was the last time he saw his mother, as she died shortly afterwards - he doesn't remember her face.

My father was the second-youngest in his family and pleaded his invitation to Africa from his father, as his five elder brothers had resorted to alcohol and drank their opportunities away. My father is the only brother remaining. All, including his younger brother died from alcohol abuse.

His father was a migrant worker and divided his time between India and Africa...He died shortly afterwards. My father had just started earning money and was too late to send him enough money for medical bills.

Feeling a little sad today, because I dropped my folks off to the airport yesterday. We live separately in the UK, as we cannot seem to cope in such close proximity over there, where we have the luxury of separate bedrooms. In India, we sleep 10 to a room, but we rarely quarrell. Whats all that about?

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