“I did not know her. I met her for a moment and never saw her again. Yet when I photographed her, something stopped inside me — I saw my grandmother again. Her gentleness, her industriousness, that ancient way of caring for small things as though they were the most important in the world. She was a woman who practised simplicity — not as a renunciation, but as a choice. As a form of wisdom. I am grateful to that stranger.”