Next to our guest house in Kumbakonam, on a stretch of wasteland about the size of three football pitches, was a small shanty town. Many of the Kumbakonam's tuk-tuk drivers lived here. I noticed this tuk-tuk with Che hand painted on the back awning and took a photo.
The young daughter came out of their hut, she intrigued in what I was doing, me intrigued by how beautiful she looked in her white school uniform and gleaming gold. I showed her the photo that I had just taken, she stood next to the tuk-tuk, looking first at Che and then at me. I grabbed the opportunity to take her portrait with Che.:)