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An auto rickshaw designed to carry goods, sometimes an animal for slaughter, has passengers instead. The heat of high noon and the gust made by the moving rickshaw make an ambivalent feeling for the riders.

Photo by I.R. Arenas


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This is most likely a graveyard for vehicles, jutting out into a river. This is a reflection of society. Just as people, unwanted vehicles are left on the outskirts or somewhere out of view. Unwanted people suffer the most.

Photo by I.R. Arenas