“Not until we are truly lost do we begin to find ourselves”

When I was 18 I left Sydney and went to India, to be lost for 2 months. A year later I returned and was even more lost for almost half a year. The thing about this country is that it has a soul, a heart, and you can feel its pulse in everything that you see: from indescribably beautiful to the raw and the ugly. Indian people hold this pulse in their eyes, a rhythm that never leaves you. And I hold it too.

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