I'm not going to claim that it's the best photograph I've taken, but it might be the most accurate.
On the way to Pashupati I was wandering around the pothole-infected roads of Siphal, and saw down an alleyway a large temple in an empty square, with a lone red motorcycle and a boy sitting by it. As I took pictures, the boy cautiously approached me, usually from behind, to see the picture on the screen. When I looked toward him he would turn away, shyly.
Eventually I figured out that he wanted me to take his picture, but was too shy to ask. And just as I was about to push the shudder, he looked down at his feet.
I waited a moment, for him to look back up, then took the picture just the same.
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