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The Siddhi Shaligram Briddhasram (Home for the Elderly) is the only state-sponsored nursing home in the country of Nepal. The home is located inside the Pashupatinath Hindu temple – the largest temple dedicated to Lord Shiva in the world. The temple sits on the banks of the Bagmati river, a holy waterway that flows to the Ganges. Cremations are performed here daily, and the smoke plumes from the fires drift overhead as worshipers offer marigold garlands to Shiva.
The conditions at the Biddhasram are a bit shocking at first to Western eyes, but the residents here are actually among the lucky few. Nepal is one of the poorest countries in the world, with over half of the population living under the international poverty indicator of surviving on less than $1.25 per day [source]. While steep ancient steps and slick stone walkways pose a danger to the residents, the benefits they receive of hot, regular meals and a stable living environment outweigh the risks.
I spent most of my time at Pashupatinath in the ward that houses residents with disabilities. The ailments of the patients range from manageable tuberculosis to severe mental handicaps. Many of the people in the following photos could no longer verbally communicate, perhaps in these photos a bit of their lives can be seen without needing words.
This gentleman is almost totally blind and spends much of his time in his bed alone, yet when I asked him in Nepali how he was doing he replied with an enthusiastic “I’m beautiful!!” His spirit stayed with me long after I left the home.
Speaking of spirit, this man greeted me with a smile and booming namaste every morning that I came to the home



These two are husband and wife and came to the home together. She is quite disabled, and he never leaves her side. A true love story

This women is severely mentally handicapped and is prone to spontaneous hysterical ranting fits. Only two things keep her calm. 1. Helping with the daily chores and 2. Having her hand held. When volunteers come to help clean the ward they offer their hands, otherwise one of the other residents sits quietly with her. They don’t speak. They just sit. Hand in hand. The last portrait is of the hand-holding friend.



xo,
klc
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I’ll try to keep this as neutral as possible as to not offend anyone’s beliefs, but I’ll start by saying that I myself am not a follower of any organized religion. I think that religion does an amazing amount of good in this world and more often than not makes for better people and better communities. However I cannot ignore the wars, exclusion, and crimes that are committed in the name of some god.
While in India I assisted my cousin, who is also a photographer, in shooting a Christian campaign in Agra. The campaign involved on average 400 Indians gathering 4 evenings a row to listen to a minister from America preach through a translator about Jesus. Missionary work has been going on all over the world for hundreds of years. I get it, and I’m not offended by it. But the manner in which this particular campaign was presented was troublesome to me.
The people who came to listen to the preaching are most likely practicing Hindus. They came not for Jesus but because they heard a promise of healing. These people are inflicted with polio, blindness, leprosy, and worse. They may simply be poor and struggling to feed their families or cannot conceive children. They will try anything in order for their fortune to turn around, so this night, they’ll try Jesus. The preacher, who if he really is a Christian and attempts to have a personal relationship with Jesus that takes dedication and years of work, seemingly goes against this own discipline and encourages these cheap flash-and-dash “healings.” He calls people on the stage, puts his hands on their heads and claims to be curing their ills through the power of God. I found the whole experience to be exploitive of these people, their visceral problems and pains, and the importance and power of commitment to a faith.
Regardless of my feelings of the event, I was able to capture what I think are some powerful photos. I hope you’re able to feel through the images the desperate longing of these people for a better life.









Thanks for reading, I’d love to hear any thoughts you may have.
xoxo,
klc
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