Kalbeliya Gypsy, Nomadic People of the Rajasthan Desert, Pushkar,
"I am Suresh.”
In Western societies being homeless is shameful. But the Kalbeliya
Gypsies are proud of their roots and clan. The photo reveals Suresh’s
character, proud, and charming.
Although young to be a leader, his clan elected him for his integrity.
Excerpt from the Kalbeliya article: The leader shook my hand and said,
“I’m Suresh, come to my home.” We followed him behind a bunch of dried
bushes that had been erected as walls.
Excerpt from the Kalbeliya article: His home was nothing more than a
couple of old beds covered with old blankets and pierced plastic tarps
set in the middle of the desert. Their only protection was a four-foot
tall wall of dried bushes. The walls did not really protect them from
the wind, but they offered them a little privacy from the dozen or so
other clans that lived twenty yards away. No bricks, no adobe, no clay,
no wood--there was nothing that looked like a permanent or even
temporary home. A bit of earth had been packed in one place to
accommodate a small fire pit. A few broken bags on and under the two
beds contained all the clan’s belongings.