I started on the way to India with a single image in my mind: that of a flowing river laughing at me, like in Hesse's novel. A river carrying a whole universe with it: happiness, sorrow, noisy motorbikes, gracious women wearing colourful sarees, leper-struck beggars of Delhi, flowers thrown in the Ganges, slow-paced rickshaws, Jainist temples, tasty pakhoras, ashes coming from cremated corpses of the rich, uncremated corpses of the poor, a man cooking chapati on a basic stove on the sidewalk, an almost initiatic local train ride from Gorakhpur to Varanasi...


Pictures from India and Nepal here.