I saw this fantastic Moustache at Connaught Place a while back. I passed him by but hesitantly went back to take his picture.
Graceful as always, I’d taken a tumble just a few minutes before. When you’re splayed on the pavement with bleeding knees, ripped jeans and your legs in the air, there’s really no room for self respect. I felt a little awkward asking for permission to snap a picture but I figured I’d just go for it and was pleasantly surprised when he agreed.