Many years ago we traveled to indomitable India for the first time. The smells and their ethnicities captivated us instantly.
We went to visit one of the most famous markets in the capital. It was swelteringly hot and the pollution prevented us from seeing the sun, but between concrete buildings we saw an oasis with hundreds of colors: Jampath and the women’s market.
It is a great walk where women with origins of the Rajasthani nomadic tribes sell necklaces, sari or beautiful tapestries.
Women who demand your attention at ground level with no furniture other than their own fabrics. Women who, in addition to the precariousness and fear of living on the street, where the simple fact of being a woman is already a disadvantage, do not lack a gesture of gratitude and joy. Thus transmitting all its strength and shaking all our values.
There we met a young girl with a beautiful smile that captivated us and we struck up a great friendship that still lasts today.
Already married and with a child, she continues to sell in the same market, keeping her small piece of sidewalk, which is not little, waiting for each day to be better than the previous one and even so she continues to give the same smile and the will to live.