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Showing posts from July, 2010


A mother holds her children's hands for a while...their hearts forever.

sylvia plath

my gokarna

women in Karnataka wear a different style sari. it shows their shoulders and part of their backs. this simple difference to most other places in india, where women are much more covered, makes Gokarna feel more free.

                                            woman selling lotus flowers

                                hippie, chilling, smoking, drinking chai. life is....this moment.

Shivkumar, my brave and sweet friend, who lives with polio and is completely paralyzed in his lower body. still, his eyes speaks of infinite wisdom. beautiful soul.

Gokarna town beach. most people here are of the Brahmin caste, which is clearly seen at the thin string that men wear around their torsos, indicating that they are "twice-born" (born again, to a higher caste)

bittersweet Gokarna existence. strong and soft, boring and entertaining. life and death. i spent 6 weeks sick with malaria here in 2005.

               entrance to one of the little sweet town houses, this one just next to the …

wide open spaces in childrens' faces

thank you Elin & Hannah

...what an amazing combination of words and worlds