Driving through the seemingly desolate landscapes of north Karnataka, along the road that took us from Hubli to the site of ancient temple construction at Badami, I saw him -- the lonely farmer. There he stood, besides his plow, toying with a piece of rope. The oxen sat nearby, insolated, besides the bullock-cart that they were previously tethered to.
He was the only human that we'd seen for miles, and only the oxen seemed to keep him company. There was something mysterious about him; something eerie about his relative loneliness; something...I just don't know what. And so, I shot this frame. But now, even the image seems to exude a darker-than-usual tone.
