This photo-essay by Mona portrays the dying circus culture in India. As the applause fades, the lights get dimmer, unveiling the empty chairs. Yet the performers continue with a smile, even when they face an almost vacant hall. Mona reminisces about her childhood, when she remembers the circus being “full of noise, colour and wonder.” Today, it carries an undertone that feels still and lifeless, as audiences look for engagement on social media. This project was not intentional at first, she says. What began as a chance visit to a traveling troupe evolved into a three-year labor of love, fueled by her awe of the performers’ quiet defiance against obsolescence.
Mona recalls two distinct memories from her interactions with the performers. She speaks of a man whose family distanced themselves out of shame for his profession. This reveals how society often undervalues certain art forms. Despite this, she says, “he is the first to step forward whenever someone needs help”. Another memory is of a man who, despite his short stature and other physical challenges, raised his son and supported his family through his work in the circus. “He spoke with glowing pride about his son, who is over five feet tall and studying to create his mark in the world outside the ring,” Mona remarks. This photo-essay highlights the dignity, determination, and quiet strength of these performers. Despite financial hardship and other challenges, they continue to perform keeping the smile on, finding in the circus both purpose and belonging.
