I travelled to jodhpur for 10 days in March, 2013. I walked the streets, connected with people and even got invited in occasionally, but I preferred staying on the outside. I was a traveller, but one with no information, guidebooks, maps or plans. I was also a photographer, a concept that has now become inseparable from my self—image, with no ideas or set framework. I photographed what appealed to me, instinctively, without any pressure and enjoyed every minute.As the days passed, I found myself making images of people going about their daily lives, of things they often took for granted, while there I was escaping my own routines. The locals always wondered why I wasn’t at the fort instead, while I wondered why they would ever choose to leave town at all. We were always on different plains in that way, or were we?