Visual diary of a traveller wandering barefoot in the sand – carrying a camera in her hand.
I have learnt that home isn’t necessarily a city or place, it can be on the road, a person, a story full of the people you meet and the places you visit. Home is the connections you have, the memories you make, and the things that you feel.
I need to move around a bit.
To shuffle my surroundings.
To wake up in cities I don’t know my way around and have conversations in languages I cannot entirely comprehend.
There is always this tremendous longing in my heart to get lost, to be someplace else, to be far away.
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