From the Archives: India (II)

Traveling alone is often romanticized--the allure of a space beyond the mundane, the thrill of getting lost, the stunning abundance of possibility. What isn't talked about so much is the loneliness that comes with it. It's an odd brand of loneliness, a choice to be lonely. Which leads to the inevitable question...if I'm lonely, and I'm lost, what am I actually doing here? What am I to do with the hours I have carved out for myself in a place where I decidedly do not belong? For some hours, I read, and for some, I talked to strangers on their way to somewhere else. If I got lucky, I made a friend for a few days or weeks. But most of the time, I just walked and observed. And India observed me back. Me, hiding behind my camera and my botched attempt at dressing like a local, and India, never hiding its childlike curiosity. 

Chennai, India. 2009.

Pondicherry, India. 2009.

Kanyakumari, India

Gokarna, Karnataka, India 2010