20 July 2009

We are , only what we remember

The early light is filtered to a green tint through 3 glass rectangles lining the dark wood windows in the room. I could hear the cutlery clunk in the garden café below. And could almost smell the brewing anticipation.

Today I plan to walk the narrow streets . Peep in to peoples’ homes. Lives. Sit by the river and drift away .

Try to teach a little girl how to enjoy travel.

Because we are only what we remember , nothing more . All we have is the memory of what we have done or not done . Whom we have touched , who have touched us even for a moment . (So says Romesh in the reef)

1 comment:

  1. beautiful pictures. and words so true. when i travel i collect memories while other people buy souvenirs and take photographs:)


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