On a Friday morning, while strolling through the sleepy Muharraq by-lanes, a group of players were seen challenging themselves to a round of carroms.
Some are players; others are watchers whiling away their day off. The experience of sipping a glass of hot sulaymania watching the players finish the board is a good experience.
The striker seems to say, “I eat losers for my breakfast”.
Near the main road, friends gather for a perfect chat, amused by the photographer who thought they would make an interesting subject. Us?
Vendor – the one with a cigarette – selling rings and watches insisted I took his photo with his local patrons before leaving.
I had taken these photos several months ago.
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