My encounters with the people I photograph can sometimes be fleeting. Take this image for instance. One minute I'm wandering the 'blue city' area of Jodpur and I've passed several places of worship with sounds of music and clapping.
Then I turn a corner, and this little girl is on her way with her mother somewhere. I don't speak the language, but I'm able to open a dialog and quickly we're on the same page and i'm able to make this shot.
But I don't know where they were going, or what the occasion was. Does it really matter I ask myself? I guess it doesn't, and in some ways, not knowing allows us to conjure up our own emotion and mood, our own idea of what was going on.