We were now down from the bus on the road, hurrying to have a better look at a special sight along the other side. A man was sweeping the ground as he was moving up in the opposite direction on the road. A woman in a saffron-colored robe walked behind of him. Every few steps she would fall down and crawl a few feet on the road. A rickshaw carrying their belongings was accompanying them.
Photo essay: The Maharajas’ Jaipur