On a spiritual quest.
I met him between two downpours. After the dryness of the cotton fields around Nagpur, it felt so good to see green wheat when entering Madhya Pradesh. I look back at the picture, and he reminds me so much of some of the hobos I met across the United States—a sack tied to a wooden stick, ripped jeans, and a sparkle in his eyes.
Madhya Pradesh Province.