“So, I boarded the bus, sat close to the window next to an old man holding a chicken. When my esteemed window didn’t offer much but dirt and slab of concrete, I observed the chaos inside the old bus. All kindness and humanity emanating from a crowded, rickety ride “
I remember taking these photos drenched in sweat, carrying a huge backpack and tripod whilst navigating through the throng of wonderful Nepalis. I looked horrible.
“Perhaps a personal trope or what, but words aren’t the best judge of one’s emotions and thoughts, right? Always lacking in some form regardless of superlatives.”
“Funny how things turned out, right? Who would have thought that this year would get lost in a miasma of anxiety about things we can’t fully grasp. I can’t thoroughly wrap my head around it. Yet I think we can all relate that we’re merely blind followers of safety protocols these days.”