Upon returning to a stable life in Bangkok, going back to school and settling back into routines that only seem exotic in the summertime, I cannot deny that I have had the strongest urges to get back on a plane and jet back over to my beloved Hindustan. It is so difficult to go home after having such gorgeous, voluptuous days in the most striking nation, and as a little celebration of the beautiful summer that has only just slipped through the fingers of all those returning to life as we knew it.
The Taj through her archway
The Taj Mahal
Gates of the Taj Mahal
The Oberoi walls
The best dinner
My gorgeous mother
Natarajasana
Nothing better than Hindustani chiffon
Archways
Breezeways
“The days will pass me by but
one day I will come home to you,
wherever that may be.”
Fight the good fight 