Going back to Anantapur

Every once in a while, pictures from Anantapur go through my mind and transport me right there in an instant.

I remember the people, what my eyes would look for, how my mind would absorb people’s expressions… and how I tend to remember moments better when I try to take mental snapshots, rather than physical ones with a camera.

It compells me to think about how, sometimes, the purpose of a photograph shouldn’t overpower the importance of being present in that moment.

A photograph serves like a bridge, a sacred connection, between you and that moment in time. Today I’m thinking about that place and that trip to India in general. I forget how different life can be outside of the four walls in your bedroom and how, in real time, travelling serves as a kick-in-the-stomach reality check.

It holds up a mirror of how priviliged my life is, and yet how many problems we create ourselves, as well as how deeply rooted we are (me included) to believe that any sort of solution to our daily struggles come from a consumerist behavior but not loving connection.