In 2017, I went to India. I haven’t written much about that trip (yet), because I’m still trying to process it all. India is a country overflowing with people, colors, smells, tastes, architecture, knowledge, stories and all sorts of magic. It’s a trip that will stick with me forever.
Without further ado, here is a little journal entry I wrote about my experience driving through Agra, accompanied by some images that simply don’t do it justice.
It was day two of our fifteen day backpacking journey through India. Sunrise at the Taj Mahal was better than we had hoped for. Next stop: Jaipur. We were in a car with our private driver who told us to call him Uncle. My window was dirty, smeared with fingertips and dust. With the smoggy haze, it was an oddly beautiful combination. India is not pristine, there is so much litter and the conditions are sometimes hard to look at. Yet, it’s shockingly beautiful. The vivid colors of buildings and stunning saris, the simplicity of a day spent lounging with friends, the smiles on even the most rundown faces, the children occupying themselves with silly games--all of these details seem to outshine the negatives. Their lives are simple and people don’t have much—but they’re happy. Happy to be, to live, to take in each moment. It’s a lesson we’re reminded of every day, but don’t always take seriously because we don’t have to. India isn’t perfect, but the people will teach you how truly little we need to be happy. Now that’s beautiful.
All images taken by Stacey Lamb. Agra, India. November 2017.