There I was, watching the Indian world go by. I was sitting on a small step beneath the famous Clock Tower in the middle of Jodhpur.
I'd forgotten to recharge the battery in my camera, so instead of having it up to my eye, capturing fractions of moments, I watched the scene like it was a movie playing out live right in front of me: wows wandering the square aimlessly, hawkers selling everything from bracelets to garlic, women sparkling with every step in their saris.
A man sat down next to me. I didn't look at him. I'd read in several places that if you make eye contact with men here, they'll think you're interested in something other than eye contact. I kept watching the scene.