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My iPhone is full of photos already. America is a living movie for me, India is photo after photo begging to be taken. None of them unique – billions of cliched images have been taken before, but…

It’s a lot of information – color, noise, smells, more people than I can fathom, ancient timelessness, mother Ganges, pilgrims, cows, burning bodies, goats, chai stalls, bright saris, hostile stares, hustling kids – no description can sum up how it feels.

It’s a kind of crazy that redefines the normalcy of the west. Within this madness there is perfect order. A dance, poetry of movement and mayhem, with everyone and everything in the perfect place, in perfect time.. It defies explanation or reason. Reason overrated…

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