Flower walk

This photograph was clicked in Maduria, the temple city’s flower market. I found myself absorbed in this riot of colorful flowers- burning marigolds, shy lotuses being sold by kilograms and worked in to intricate garlands, against equally colorful walls, smell of roses and flutters of saris. It was almost psychedelic till I looked at this fragment of the visual through my camera lens, that I realized the hidden irony. These people prepare garlands for the city temple as offerings to god. They create these metaphors of celebration of faith, when they themselves cannot have even basic necessities of life. Their fate can never cover the gap.
*Madurai is one of the world’s oldest continuously inhabited cities. Indian temples are the richest in the world.