Bangalore -- there are no planned suburbs, no assurance of set schedules to be met due to traffic or festival street closures or sacred gods in the middle of the road. Intuitive chaos best describes rush hour. The food was superb with spices and flavors and aromas bursting into fireworks in one's palate.
I am fascinated by the people and the street scenes. A child on his way to school who gamingly posed for a photograph while I am perched on top of a ledge observing the Monday traffic. I wonder how far he has to walk in the hot humid day. The flower shop set-up on the streets to trade a few coins in exchange for a bouquet to give a loved one. The street vendor outside the temple selling various knicknacks including a plastic tiara which he was wearing. The man chopping the fresh coconut to refresh the tired and weary worker.
There was no grand catharsis or epiphany in this trip, only a reminder of authenticity of the world and of myself. I am thankful for this reminder to be authentic.
6 comments:
Very nice shots! I like them a lot...
Great photos - in my amateur opinion :-)
So colorful, except the Black & White one, which really gives a sense of motion
i like the Indian traffic in B&W. looks like a sketch. cool! great job girl! ;-)
postcard perfect shots! =)
wow! beautiful photographs! you captured the soul of india. nice work there.
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