Kolkata is not a place that inspires indifference. It has been almost exactly one month since I left it behind, and yet my thoughts and imagination are still occupied by the city, the people I met, and the experiences I had.
Now that I’m home, with the endless winter so very slowly melting away, I am once again confronting that familiar heaviness that weighs me down and reminds me how hollow and lonely life here can be. Perhaps it is this perennial inability to fit in that drives the restless traveller on. I don’t know.
In the meantime, I’d like to share a photo essay, just published at the wonderful RIC:Journal. This is, in words an images, an attempt to hold my first encounter with India close just a little longer.
You can find my piece here. With gratitude to Saudamini Deo.
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I like this…and my friend flowerville has an essay there as well
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Yes she does. It’s a nicely evolving little creative space.
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As I said in my comment at RIC, it’s a perfect blend of words and pictures.
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Thank you Lisa!
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A beautifully evocative piece Joe. Thank you for sharing it.
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Thank you Rod. I’m still missing the place…
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