Delhiwale: Aamir’s flowers

Aamir, a rickshaw puller in Delhi, decorates his vehicle with fallen flowers while sharing his daily routine amid the cold and grey surroundings.

The woman was walking along the lane, carrying a large bouquet of multicoloured flowers. Her right hand was holding the flowers somewhat carelessly, the bouquet facing downwards. The other hand had the mobile phone, glued to the ear. The flowers were frequently falling down on the pave, one or two at a time. After the woman disappeared from sight, young Aamir picked up each flower from the ground.

The rickshaw is parked on the curb, as if on an exhibit. (HT Photo)

This was the only eventful part of his afternoon, in Aamir’s telling, here on central Delhi’s Chelmsford Road. He then used those flowers to decorate his rickshaw. The rickshaw is parked on the curb, as if like an exhibit.

“These are real flowers… smell them,” he says.

Aamir has been a rickshaw puller for six years. A native of West Bengal, his Delhi home is Chelmsford Road, he says, explaining that he sleeps at night on the roadside.

“It is getting very cold,” he observes. A week ago, one “ameer admi” drove past the pave where Aamir was lying at night, distributing blankets to the homeless. “I too got one.”

This freezing afternoon, Aamir is donning a black sports jacket, with a blue woollen underneath. A shawl wrapped on his head resembles a village elder’s turban. Everything around is cold and grey except for the warm flashes of colours speckled across Aamir’s rickshaw. The flowers are arranged around the centre of the handle bar, on either side of the passenger’s seat, on the sidebars, and two flowers—yellow and white—on the roof.

Post-lunch, Aamir took out half an hour from his work to decorate the rickshaw with the flowers, using the long green stalks of flowers as the tying thread. “This flower is lal soorajmukhi, this one is peela soorajmukhi, this one is…. They all are soorajmukhi but have different colours.”

Sitting on the passenger’s seat to pose for a portrait, he says: “I will now get back on the road, will have dinner at eight… these flowers will fall whenever they want to.”