My Two Homes

These photos were taken in India. I love these street photographs because they remind me of the intense vibrancy and vitality of life in India. There's always people walking on the streets, vendors selling fruits, vegetables, and flowers from their carts, and scooters, cars, bicycles, and cows sharing the road with people.

Your senses are bombarded with the heat, smell, noise, and colors that are all around you. I spent 24 years in India before moving to the United States, but I continue to be amazed at the sheer energy of the place, every time I visit.

What bothers me most about India, though, is the poverty that you see everywhere. It's such a heart-wrenching sight. But now, with the advent of the IT industry, there are numerous cafes, upscale restaurants, bars and high end-shopping malls as well. India can be such a puzzling contradiction.

I visit India every two years. My first few weeks are simply bliss - staying with my parents, meeting relatives, shopping at my old, local haunts and then I slowly start missing my home, my friends, the quiet and calm life back home in America. And when I'm here, I miss being in India.


Do you have homes, in two different environments, and love both of them with equal intensity and passion?

(picture credit: Nithya)