...of the beautiful mothers with their liquid brown eyes...
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...of the slum children who raced alongside our van through the small villages...
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...of the holy sadhu who sat by the side of the road crocheting bags for tourists...
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...of the school children who practiced their English on us and asked if they could be in our photographs...
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...of the train porter who insisted on carrying my 100-pound suitcase on his head...
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...of the serene little boy who sat by the steps of the Ganges and prayed...
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...of the barefoot toddler who wandered the streets of Rishikesh by herself, uncowed and unafraid...
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...if I could take a jet plane back there tomorrow, I would.
(Credits: All photos taken by me with my Nikon D40, the digital camera that changed my life.)
1 comment:
Such beautiful photos, I would love to go there! Thanks for sharing them with us.
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