It is not uncommon to see a person carrying a heavy load on their head in India. I’ve witnessed tall stacks of luggage, buckets of wet laundry, wide baskets of ripe fruit, and precarious towers of bricks all piled on top of heads here. This woman’s clay pot contains water, a most basic commodity. I watched her make her way through the City Market in Bangalore, selling cups of cool water to other vendors. There are always thirsty people.
Her back and neck are strong. Her head, unwavering. Here, she waits patiently, stable and still, for a lady selling fruit to quench her thirst from the offered stainless steel tumbler.