Every man casts a shadow

On a humid August night, the mild breeze on the balcony was a relief. As I stood there, saw the watchman’s son, Tarkesh, tinker with his new sports cycle. He was readying it for the race scheduled the next morning. His mother did not know that he races down the highway early in the morning every Sunday with his friends. He had shared this secret with me. This is an image I shot as Tarkesh was leaving in the shadow of night to store his bike somewhere “safe” for the race in the morning.
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