Walking with torn slippers in their hands, when migrant workers started going back to their home states in search of ‘life’ after the COVID lockdown was announced in March 2020, the only thing that drove them was ‘hope’. I followed them across the railway tracks, mostly through Bihar.
Their bruised legs, tired of walking a thousand miles pushed me to capture moments of unprecedented struggle. But what is the colour of pain? Isn’t it grey? I couldn’t find colours among the people who were walking back. It was all black and white. I couldn’t add colours or festivity to it. So, the frames in black and white came up to show their colourless journey.
