No, not that kind of oil. Not cooking oil, although the man in this photo is using plenty of it. I refer to the Rembrandt-like quality of this photograph. I’ve been looking at this image for ten years. It is one of the most stunning naturally lit, completely undoctored, photographs I have seen in that time, and it has never faded for me. Perhaps because I am intimately involved with how it came to be.
This photograph carries with it profound and poignant meaning beyond the simple act of making poori, beyond its composition, light, and saturated colors, beyond its timelessness. It carries the stories of a quarter million people who perished and hundreds of thousands more left destitute ten years ago in a violent natural cataclysm that devastated the shores of eleven countries.
No doubt you know which event I’m referring to. Its tenth anniversary is coming up this December.
Today I’m sharing this image with you because I’d like you to write a story about it. Or around it. Or with it.
Here below, in the comments, as always.
Once you’ve had a chance to write your stories, I’ll share mine. But only after you, as I don’t want to unduly color your perception and interpretation of the image.
If you end up making poori instead of writing a story, be sure to send us some!