There, silence is sheltered, within the mystery of the pulsating world. Or turn. For there are so many wheels of destiny, visible and invisible in the round shapes of objects that give concavity and softness to the eye, basins, bicycles, carts, scales to weigh the exuberance and lightness of the colours of food and clothing. In the constant dialectic of the inside and the outside. There is a hidden order and chaos in every moment, and it depends only on the mind that perceives them to what extent they will manifest.
/Two frames together. Taken in Varanasi 2018 / Delhi 2017/