In the back alleys of Veranasi I approached a wall for it's texture but soon realized that the man sitting right next to it was equally worn. He had a slight smile and an easy air about him so I decided to linger around to see if I could make some more shots of him. After spending a few minutes trying to communicate with him and his friends (who were cooking some sort of vegetable doughnut things), I got the feeling that no one would be asking for money if I made some portraits. I wasn't trying to be cheap, that's generally just not my style (and a whole other discussion).
I gestured to see if I could make a photo of him, kidding that the wall and his crows feet were similar in their texture. He laughed with partial understanding and I got to make my shot. Simple enough.