Its almost Monday already. And i need to snap out of the India coma i have been in. This will be last of my India posts. Time to get back to work.
The Britishers did a survey called The Great Survey of India, in 1947. Somehow my great grandpa got hold of the hand drawn maps and we have a collection of them at home. The paper quality, ink, fragrance, handwriting ….. belong to a different time.
A bridge on which i drove by in the morning, collapses in the evening when i need to go back home. People have gathered, architects summoned, and everyone cleared out in a matter of hours. They put up a fence to keep people from getting adventurous.
Nephew. And his buddies. Playing with me. I let them play with my camera for a bit and they warmed up to me. But i will never forgive myself for not checking on my auto focus button before i clicked this picture. Would have been a great picture. Still precious never-less.
“well, who wants to crawl through this hole first?”. We unsuccessfully had wandered on the Bellary fort to try to find a way inside. We finally found an opening. But it wasnt a straight path in, but with multiple twists in the darkness.
He was sitting on the roadside with his eyes closed. Grandma: “Look at the wisdom in his face.” He(opens his eyes and looks at my camera): “For 50Rs, you can take a picture of me”. Guess what happened next? Before i could say anything, grandma starts bargaining with him, hands him 10Rs and then asks me to click a picture of him. He doesn’t look too pleased does he? Only in India !
This is the last of my India posts. India changes you. I re-learnt how simple life can be and how little i need to survive and be very happy. My camera became my best friend. And the family knows the recipe to happiness. I thought i needed to do certain activities, be a certain person and collect certain things to be happy. But i have been wrong …