All trips leave traces all.
Some leave sweet memories in my head like a passing breeze on our skin. Others mark us deeply, we change, we transform. It lives with every day. It's hard to get rid of, we really wish it?
India is one!
Alberto Moravia describes this exchange he had on his return from India (The Idea of India):
"So you went to India. Was it good?
- No.
- You were bored?
- No more.
- Whether you're happened there?
- I did an experiment.
- Which one?
- Experience of India.
- And that is what?
- To make the experience of what India.
- That is to say?
- How can I explain? India is India ... "
Yes, the experience of India ... response that seems most relevant, but that seems an old formulation vaporous, orgueuilleuse, ventarde for sure.
I finally answer: No! There is nothing superior to anything in my words, just an inability to describe, tell, share what I have actually lived what I have learned, what I have left.
All this to my greatest regret.
Experience of India is leaving our Cartesian world to enter the world of mysteries, beliefs, strengths ... is to accept that things are not as well and that's stop looking to understand because India is incomprehensible. So paradoxical, so surprising, though ...
Experience of India is to accept that there are no words to describe what we see, lives there. It is accepting of never being able to fully express what is there or not.
I selected and reworked some pictures to try to communicate this nostalgia, melancholy inside me since my trip to India.
I hope they will talk.


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