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Being the camera man, upon receiving permission to
photograph, I snapped away from indoor to outdoor, from Maniam’s house to his
vast paddy fields. When dusk fell, our bus turned up at Maniam’s doorstep
again. We exchanged blessings, bade our goodbyes and the bus rambled away. I
looked back after a distance; Maniam’s small house looked even smaller amid the
immense green paddy fields. Deep in my heart, I earnestly hoped that he will
find solutions to his problems and sees better days ahead. |
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| According to Maniam, this yellowish crop is ready for harvest in another 20 days. |
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| We made the right move of dressing up in red. |
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| The playful Fatin team. Left to right: Ameir, Mawar, Fatin, Trevor, Anand, Anis and Seeming (the one behind the camera). |
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| Back to childhood - a game of competing on how far we can toss the stone. |
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| Territory marking. |
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| Maniam’s good looking son. |
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