Perhaps the most frustrating day thus far.
Prashant picks me up at 8:30am to follow the widow with leprosy into Mathura, about 20 minutes away by motorcycle.
We arrive at her home, and she is happy to see us. She will be riding in a vehicle called a “Tempo” into Mathura.
These vehicles are a real sight. They are three-wheeled taxis, basically. They are painted yellow and green and belch black smoke into the air from their exhaust pipes. People cram into them, sometimes sitting on each other’s laps or hanging out of the open doors.
The widow with leprosy climbs in and sits on someone’s lap for the ride.

Prashant asks the driver where he dropped her off. Earlier, at the temple stop, he says. We retrace our path to the stop and search for her for an hour or so.
She is nowhere to be seen. But then, you couldn’t spot this fragile little woman in the massive crowds of Mathura anyway.
Defeated, we wander around for a little bit and head back. But not before stopping at a Nepalese market, where I buy a soft black scarf. My first purchase since coming here.
The woman must have lost us on purpose, Prashant says. Maybe she was embarrassed.
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We head back to another widow’s house. This woman lives with several kids in a home that consists of a tarp and clothes strung across some wooden beams.
But she is not there.
Now what to do? We pass by Prashant’s house. I both see and smell my next photo opportunity. A man is cleaning out the sewers. He uses a rake and pulls up scoop after scoop of sludge from the open sewers, which run along all of the streets. The muck sits in big black piles in the afternoon sun.
I crouch to shoot, but the lighting is bad. I move, and the man moves. I can’t catch him. Another wasted moment.
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She lives with her son’s family. This son has broken ribs and walks with a cane. He lifts his shirt so I can photograph the bandage.

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They return, but later than I hope. The daylight is rapidly fading. I take a few shots and leave. Hope for a more productive day tomorrow.
Tomorrow will begin early. 5am. Female laborers get up this early to clean the gutters and sweep garbage out of the streets.
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On another note: DEET apparently doesn’t keep away the mosquitoes here. I woke up this morning with 20 bites on my hands. I will be trying something else tonight.

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