
Chapter one
The age of innocence
Children before the world has got to them. Easy smiles, open faces and nowhere in particular to be.

Black and white photographs of people across India,
made on film in the 1970s and 80s.
With forewords by Manjula Padmanabhan and Lillete Dubey
How the book came about
Chapter one
Children before the world has got to them. Easy smiles, open faces and nowhere in particular to be.

Chapter two
Children, and girls most of all, doing work that should never have been theirs.

Chapter three
People who belong to the land around them and look like part of it.

Chapter four
Roads and streets from a time when few people owned a vehicle and the traffic was mostly feet and bicycles.

Chapter five
Faces that look straight back at the camera, with nothing to explain.

Chapter six
A slower pace. Time to stop, sit down and let the day go by.

Chapter seven
People alone with their thoughts, saying nothing at all.

Chapter eight
The strength it takes to get through an ordinary day, and how rarely anyone notices it.

Chapter nine
Work, talk and company, wherever people come together.

Chapter ten
Back to the children, where the journey began.

Amar Talwar was taking pictures long before anyone paid him for them, and turned professional in 1981. Through the 1980s, freelance assignments took him into villages and small market towns, to camel fairs and along empty highways. He photographed the people he met there with real warmth, and they smiled back. Later the stage, and then films, took over his life, and the negatives were packed away. He still crosses the country by motorcycle.
Read moreEvery picture began as a black and white negative. There was no screen to check and no second look. Rolls went off to a lab, and it was days before anyone knew what had come out.
None of it was set up or polished afterwards. He shot what was in front of him, quickly and honestly, and caught people as they were on that day.
Quiet streets and an unhurried cyclist. The country in these pictures is only 35 to 45 years away, and it has almost gone.
Up before dawn for silhouettes against the sky, then a climb up a steep hillside for a view from above.
He got off a bus to photograph a boy minding goats in a field, stepped on sharp stubble and limped for days. He still thinks it was worth it.
A rainy day at a busy roundabout, and a small girl with an empty plate waiting for a gap in the traffic.
Abdul, the rickshaw driver who took him round the neighbourhood whenever he felt like going out with a camera.
A boy on a train in the early 70s, probably the oldest picture in the book. He would be an old man by now.
Days off spent riding round the city on a two-wheeler, camera bag over one shoulder, looking for ordinary people.
We'll write once, when the book is out.
