Postcard Series – Mumbai
I don’t recognize the city in this photo. I don’t recognize the city in front of me. Every day it changes a little bit, changing completely and yet not changing at all.
Everything is jumbled: Everything is new. It’s all the same. I am a stranger. I am at home. I sweat unbearably. I am perfectly comfortable. I want to leave. I want to stay.
In the jumble it all makes sense.
Mumbai, April 2010
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I’ve taken to writing (myself) postcards when travelling. I’ve this image in my head, of me, thirty-forty years down the line, going through stacks of yellowing postcards, and thinking about the good old days, a cup of hot chai in hand.
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Brilliant idea. You should submit one for the Life project.
Ooh, good idea!
Very, very, very clever. I wish I’d thought of this. But it’s been years since I’ve even looked at a postcard.
Thanks Sabina, I had a pile of pretty postcards and I didn’t want to throw them, I didn’t know what to do with them …
I would like to believe my blog is one big-ass postcard.
big-ass e-postcard …
What a beautiful idea, Neha. I always buy postcards but never send them to anyone. What a collection you’ll be able to look back on!
I hope so!
Love the idea of looking at them n thinking abt those good ole days…I do tht sometimes with my million fotos that I have taken
This is a lovely idea, Neha and a great way to capture moments while travelling
Thanks! I am still pretty kicked with the idea