So the first morning I opened my eyes, err, I mean ears, in New Delhi I heard a LOUD kirtan (religious singing?) blasting from the mandir (temple) next to where I was staying. Little did my Hindu ass know, it was Shivratri, a festival in praise of Lord Shiva. Later that evening, as darkness fell, a massive, 2 hour parade (jhaluse in Hindi) was moving through the street in front of our house.
To me these images document the shiny gritty quality of the beautiful boys and the traveling lamp light that night. Unfortunately, Lord Shiva and his consort, Parvati weren't as impressed!
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