"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013."
Che: in the bungalow, looking older and wiser (he turns 6 tomorrow)
Poet: early morning on the edge of the rice field
Each morning we rise at 6am to the sound of hindu prayers echoing over the rice fields. Come 6pm we hear the prayers again; the children finish their dinner, shower and then fall asleep under the cocoon of a mosquito net.