Making a living...

Okay.. This was taken in Shillong, at Shillong Peak. The ladies wake up uber early and come up there with their children, make corn and sell souveneirs.. The corn is lovely to have hot, with lemon and salt, when it's pouring over there. Which it usually is.

Now, I want no laughter at the next thing I'm going to say. No loud laughter at least... Heh.. Looking at this picture, before I decided to post it here and in conceptual.. The corn reminded me of something..

It made me think of a new day... The colour of the corn.. Heh.. Dawn breaking through hardships, horrors and chaos. Like, say... A small village has been plundered and burned.. This is the next day.. Life still goes on and..

*stops talking*

I've been reading too much David bloody Gemmell.