The spontaneity of the action held me captive...there was feeling, emotion, drama, atmosphere...the exhilaration of making this image was probably equal to that of the girl adjusting her wet hair...
in the dying light
die i will
thrives on silence
In the end
it's not that your shoe wears out.
It's your life that puts on...
i am here
not there, there
A quick nap at the railway station
There is a whole market for marble/granite engravers in Varanasi!
There's always time for that coldwater douse, except that the water is viscous with dirt...
Greetings on the ghats of Varanasi.
Muslims and Hindus throng and rub shoulders on the Varanasi streets. Here, two maulvis contemplate the scene in front of them.