In India, there are Sadhus… and there are beggars… But there is a third kind which does not fit into “Sadhu” and neither belongs to “Beggars”…

This elderly man is of this third kind… He does not have anything to say “it’s mine”… except the beaded string he holds in his hands and prays…

That’s all he’s got… Prayers…

Who knows what he was as a child, someone’s son… What he was a boy, someone’s brother and buddy… What he was as a man, a husband, maybe a father…

He is a living story that no one knows… or no one cares to know…

But one thing is known… He’s got prayers… lots of prayers… and that’s all he’s got…

Camera: Canon EOS 7D
Lens: Tamron AF 18-270mm Di II
Exposure: f/5 @ 1/50 Sec.
ISO 100


  • martinhenry
    martinhenryalmost 3 years ago

    fantastic capture Biren

  • Thanks friend… glad you liked it… :-)

    – Biren Brahmbhatt

  • David Dutton
    David Duttonalmost 3 years ago

    Great shot. Great description. Thank you.

  • Thank you very much David… much appreciated… glad you liked it… :-)

    – Biren Brahmbhatt

  • TheWanderingBoo
    TheWanderingBooalmost 3 years ago

    great capture

  • Many thanks my friend… much appreciated…

    – Biren Brahmbhatt

  • moyo
    moyoalmost 3 years ago

    a brave decision to lead a life in self-chosen poverty. does he get cared for by the community or by the family?

    another well composed image, Biren.

  • Thank you Moyo… much appreciated…

    Usually beggars/sadhus like this make “begging” as earning instrument for their living. Sitting outside one among the most worshiped temples (Somnath) in India, they are supported by community at large. The devotees who come to the temple would without doubt notice them. And in India, it is considered to be sacred to donate money or matter to the poor in a religious place.

    But this guy was different. I had been standing there for more than ten good minutes. I thought he would be no different and would ask for something. But he looked at me every now and then, only with curiosity. He was not asking for money or matter. All he kept doing was counting the beads and muttering some silent prayer.

    I don’t think he is cared by family. But I am sure community is there to care for him. I did my bit. I handed him whatever sum I could give him. He glanced at me and back he was into his prayers again. Hope he might have prayed for me too.

    – Biren Brahmbhatt

  • EarthGipsy
    EarthGipsyover 1 year ago

    Wonderful work Biren.

  • Thanks Sonia… Glad you liked it…

    – Biren Brahmbhatt

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