“When you photograph people in color, you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in black and white, you photograph their souls!”

Old Delhi, a small section of town that use to be marked by elegant mosques and gardens when the Persian Mughal Emperor ruled in the 17th century is now crowded, run-down, and one of the most chaotic places I have ever been. There are no words to describe it, and no way to capture it through the lens. There are thousands of people (predominately Muslim), food stands, shops, and bike rickshaws fighting to fit through the narrow street. Though I was wearing my scarf over my head (in a faux-burka), I obviously stood out being the only white girl in a sea of Muslim men. I decided to take a bike rickshaw down the street in order to explore from a bit more of a distance, and here is a bit of what I saw.

Bike rickshaw drivers have one of the hardest jobs. They bike all day on a one speed dilapidated bike, pulling up to three people behind them. They are extremely skinny because they don’t have enough money for adequate food, and often times they sleep on the streets in their cart because they have no where else to go. They only make a few dollars at most a day after paying for their rented rickshaw.