As the sun set over the holy city of Prayagraj in January, the evening grew increasingly cold. I began walking toward the boats to return to my tent when I stumbled upon a sight I can never forget. Wrapped tightly in a shawl, a young flower seller sat alone beside a basket still full, lost in thought. The day had ended, and it was clear that no one had bought from her. Moved by the scene, I took out my camera once again and captured her from a distance. She was probably hoping for a better life. I hope she finds one.