Bad day.

Bad week, bad year! Everyone has some good days and some bad days, everyone has karma. Don’t let a bad day make you think you have a bad life. Ghat at night. Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India, 2014.

Benares

Is older than history, older than tradition, older even than legend, and looks twice as old as all of them put together. Mark Twain.

Indivisible Two-In-Oneness.

The lingam, known as Shiva-linga, is the beginning-less and endless cosmic pillar, the cause of all causes. Seen as a symbol of the energy or of Shiva himself, the lingam is often represented alongside the yoni, a symbol of the goddess or of Shakti, female creative energy. The union of lingam and yoni represents the …

Relationships.

Too many keys on the keyboards, too many people encountered in a lifetime. Are we going to make words, sentences, stories with all of them? Keeping on creating connections, suggesting meanings, to endlessly, desperately, having to put a period at the end of every phrases. Friends for Eid. Jalgaon, Maharashtra, India, 2014.

Suky.

I was going from caves to caves, there were very few foreign visitors. I met Suky around cave no26, a nun from Korea, she was very exited to be here. She had two cellphones and a tablet, she’s a connected nun. Ajanta, Maharashtra, India, 2014.

Out of one single rock.

The Kailasanatha temple was directly carved within the side of a mountain. The structure is a freestanding multi-storey complex with inner rooms in its core. Why would want to go find materials and bring them together when it’s just about shaping what you have in the most beautiful manner? I like that, everything is right …

Soft focus.

I can hear an ambulance siren in the distance. Clouded mind, there is a lot to do, a lot to think about, a lot of feelings. Life will unfold, as it always did, one step at a time, breath after breath. Early childhood. Jalgaon, Maharashtra, India, 2014.

The last time I see her.

Moving away, as it happens quite often in life, you say goodbye to the persons you love before a one way flight. The sharing, the looks, the laughs will be missed, always. They’ll still be living in some part of my brain, they make me who I am. Maybe, that’s only what I am.