I met an American couple yesterday. They were planning a trip to the North of India. The girl had a guide book with glossy pictures, which I thought made India look fascinating. "It is a fascinating coutry," she said. There are days when I feel she couldn't have been more right. Like today.
I spent most of it on a motor bike, riding through streets of many interesting things to note. Times like these, I wish for a great camera. Why do we have a desire to capture special moments in print? Words are no longer enough to describe the beauty of a kite shop - lit with yellow bulbs, hanging like pretty flowers from make-shift shops, filled with multi-colored threads and kites of varied shapes and sizes. Or, the exhiliration of a bike ride on an open stretch of road, followed by dodging and weaving through unpredictable traffic. How about the sight of two little kids enjoying a camel ride outside my bedroom window?
See, words just won't cut it any longer. Everytime I feel the urge to reach for the camera on my phone, I remind myself to first live in the moment, to soak in the precious memory or experiences and not be caught up in capturing them for posterity.
