Pacing small lanes of old Banaras, I followed this sadhu coming back from the river with his traditionnal pot. I liked his steps, and when he stopped to sprinkle Ganga holy water on some children, I asked him for a picture.  [He raised his eyes to stare into the sun.]  I waited for him to look at the camera, and waited, but he was frozen… So I shot, than he relaxed. I asked why ???  He said : "I am nothing great, so I wanted you to have the sun in my eyes."