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Flashbacks: Chennai

Flashbacks: Chennai

I was 12 years old when I withdrew from St. John’s International Residential School. I’m 19 now. It’s been seven years since I set foot on that South Indian campus. Mathematics says, “36.8% of your life has passed by since.” My mother’s basement security locker says, “You have finished middle school, high school, and since enrolled in college.” My mind says, “The changes you’ve undergone since outweigh any estimates, infinitely.” I scribbled [email protected] on a post-it note and passed it…

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Flashbacks: Chennai

Flashbacks: Chennai

I was 12 years old when I withdrew from St. John’s International Residential School. I’m 19 now. It’s been seven years since I set foot on that South Indian campus. Mathematics says, “36.8% of your life has passed by since.” My mother’s basement security locker says, “You have finished middle school, high school, and since enrolled in college.” My mind says, “The changes you’ve undergone since outweigh any estimates, infinitely.” I scribbled [email protected] on a post-it note and passed it…

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Flashbacks: Varanasi

Flashbacks: Varanasi

At first glance, the mighty Ganga struck me as quite small. Having seen the Brahmaputra in Assam, I expected this river to span a seeming infinity. But, it was mid June and monsoon was coming late this year: maybe Al Gore was onto something. Riding from the airport, I sensed a distinct vibe that permeated the city’s outskirts. Although the the placeless aesthetic remained pervasive, the whole area exuded some intangible subtlety that I remain unable to put into words….

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Flashbacks: Varanasi

Flashbacks: Varanasi

At first glance, the mighty Ganga struck me as quite small. Having seen the Brahmaputra in Assam, I expected this river to span a seeming infinity. But, it was mid June and monsoon was coming late this year: maybe Al Gore was onto something. Riding from the airport, I sensed a distinct vibe that permeated the city’s outskirts. Although the the placeless aesthetic remained pervasive, the whole area exuded some intangible subtlety that I remain unable to put into words….

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Fragments

Fragments

A little blue booklet sits tucked behind my passport. Cover reads: Certificate of Registration, Overseas Citizen of India. I look up. Matt and Madi: two familiar faces, one seasoned, one infantile. We are currently on the way to Jaipur, our fourth stop in this sub-continental journey. Goats patrol the concrete. Cows meander the fields. The occasional monkey claws its way across the dusty terrain. This is my homeland. How many times I’ve thought this since stepping foot to the soil….

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Fragments

Fragments

A little blue booklet sits tucked behind my passport. Cover reads: Certificate of Registration, Overseas Citizen of India. I look up. Matt and Madi: two familiar faces, one seasoned, one infantile. We are currently on the way to Jaipur, our fourth stop in this sub-continental journey. Goats patrol the concrete. Cows meander the fields. The occasional monkey claws its way across the dusty terrain. This is my homeland. How many times I’ve thought this since stepping foot to the soil….

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Experience the Experience

Experience the Experience

“I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’” -Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. It’s an amazing experience looking over the pictures I have taken over the last ten years or so. I am so happy these pictures exist, and they will aide in reflecting my memories of the times I have had traveling and the people I have met. From sunrise in…

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