An ordinary day in India, the mystical land of spices. But the dust, smelling of saffron, early in the morning, in the market place, in a village near Khajuraho, the vibrant and rustling colors of the saris, which were leisurely flowing while hunting eagerly for the best chance bargains, turned this day into an amazing discovery.

Whenever I look at these images, I remember ...the sound. The hustle and bustle, the rhythm of an unforgettable day when people, always willing to help, dressed in their traditional costumes and surrounded by a special aura were selling their vegetables, fruits and lovely flowers.