During the past few weeks my life has circled around my months in India, quite a lot. Notably because it has been almost a year since I flew home from Andra Pradesh, and because my current life in New Zealand is a contrast too swindling to be conveyed in words.
There are many things in life I wish I could have done differently. India, on the other hand, I am not so sure of anymore. Days and weeks were spent locked inside of boarding schools, wherein theft by the local staff was more than usual. The humid along with revolting wishes of independence constantly changed my perception of the nation. Having stumbled upon a few old photos, I once again became reminded of so many aspects I had seized for memorize; beautiful colors and adventures.