In the villages of rural Rajasthan, commerce is at its most appealing and human level. Gentrification with its ever spiraling rents and desire to please the wealthy hasn’t arrived here. The pace of both life and business is slow. People take the time to catch up with each others news and to gossip in the warmth of the afternoon sun.
I imagine that these businesses have been in the family for many generations. They get passed on from one generation to the next. They, no doubt, ensure a reliable but predictable future. Most of the subjects in these photographs are not young men. Maybe the younger men are studying or have gone to the city to enter a more challenging field like technology. Women do not work. In the villages, it is customary to get married and to remain at home with their husband’s family.
Within a few short blocks all the needs of a small village are visible.
Not every one is fortunate enough to have a shop. Artisans set up their workshops directly on the street.
When afternoon arrives and the sun begins to lower and the body tires from a full day of toil, no one hesitates to take a snooze.
What I see is what I photograph: an orderly, functioning village whose system of commerce provides for them. Perhaps my words paint an idyllic view but the pictures tell the real story.