Nomadic roots

Flower merchand - Mumbai

Young Baba - Richickech

Girl - Fort Kochi

Young Man - Kanyakumari

Beach trader - Arambol

Coolie - Pulga

Babaji - Richickech

Mataji - Chaalal

Fishnets - Kochi

Ganapati temple - Gokarna

Ramanathaswamy temple - Rameswaram

On the Ganga- Varanasi

Hanumanji - Richickech

Our face expresses beyond words, and sometimes beyond our control, our origin, our mood, our experience, better than any other part of our body.
It is the mirror of the soul. It is an infinite gateway towards the other, as much as into the inner self.
As we grow into ourselves, lines appear across our skin. They are the visible roots of our tree of life, which bear witness to the subtle trails shaping our life, here or there.Most vegetal life is confined to a selected location by its roots, ours endow us with the freedom to settle wherever the wind takes us, just like scattered seeds.
Here or there, a bud emerges each and every time we stumble upon something unfamiliar, unknown or mysterious. Accordingly, we nourish the fertile soil that learning is to our developement.
Sometimes, something embeds itself in spite of ourselves, we then leave a small part of our history, in suspension, somewhere.
Here or there, each encounter sparks a new impulse, a fresh root, which anchors us deeper into our destiny.
Here or there, I am. I exist. I live. I become.
I come. I go. I think. I look. I share. I expand.
Here and there. Never quite far. Never quite close.
It feels as if it happened so little time ago.I am still dazzled by the intensity of the eyes staring right through me. 
The sounds, the scents, the heat, the thrill ...
Sometimes, tiny roots embed themselves in spite of ourselves, we then leave a small part of our history, in suspension, somewhere.