Every time I raised my camera, this man first touched
his ear and put the other hand over the heart.
He told me later that this gesture was his attempt to ask for
forgiveness from God for letting me take a picture of what did not belong to him.
For upon the death of his wife he had become a sadhu.
He had given up everything worldly including his physical Self.

Somewhere along the banks of River Ganges, Varanasi, India

(best see in original size)