I’ve been residing in and around Pune long enough that Mumbai, my permanent residence, looks more like a native place than home. I developed my taste in photography on the streets and festivals of Pune.
One of the many festivals that I love is the Sant Dyaneshwar Palki pilgrimage. It is unique to Pune and makes for a photographer’s delight. I have been photographing the Pune leg of the pilgrimage over many years now, but the excitement doesn’t seem to die anytime soon. So much so, that sometimes even I wonder why do I go there? It is definitely not for religious reasons. It is purely for the irresistible charm of getting to see so many people celebrating, dancing, singing, praying, and a chance to bring back some memories etched in my camera.
As one grows and struggles with establishing a career, hobbies seem to slip into a backseat, slowly. I noticed the same and squeezed out some time on a cloudy Sunday morning. Some hear-say had reached my ears about the Palki being lodged at a temple near my place of stay. I packed my camera and went out photo walking like the good old days.
Over the years I have observed that most of the pilgrims are from a lower socio-economic background. They are also well past their youth.
At the same time, the enthusiasm in them is so infectious that it doesn’t let me keep my camera down even after hours of wandering the streets.
Without further narration, I would love to show you the pictures of that day.
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