India tends to throw up more questions than it answers. Take this for example: a small unadorned doorway in a quiet corner of old delhi. The scene is utterly unremarkable and yet so many questions leap out... like 'why the red P?' and 'what's with the blue hand prints?' and 'who left their bucket behind?' Of course there is danger in searching for meaning, and even constructing meaning, where there is in fact none. Either way I'm intrigued by the P. Answers/ guesses welcomed.
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