I have been trying in the last few months to get out there and film.
I bought the camera, the expensive camera bag, the radio mike, the monopod, the sling bag, the shoes, the laptop, the editing software. And I even have the idea.
But since I made the 2 hour documentary from which this 1 minute is extracted, I have lost my naiveté, and I find myself, in a long, long time, with a blank in my head, or rather with confusion and questions, instead of even a semblance of certainty.
I am finally asking myself the same questions that this old mendicant, Dolat Ram, outside a temple in Bhuj, asked me one evening, 10 years ago.
Perhaps soon my keyboard or my camera or both, will find an answer.