The zeitgeist of pandemic stricken, lost summer has proven to be a fertile ground for me. I am processing and internalizing all the things I have seen so far in my life while traveling across many countries for more than a decade. I am connecting the dots of influence made on me by the confluence of culture, science, history, politics, and technology of the countries I witnessed during my travels. Hence, I am charting the path of my becoming – a traveler, a blogger, a storyteller, and a photographer. All four personas influence my work from four different perspectives, tied together by a string of thoughts and narratives. This summer, although I am not traveling physically, I have not stopped observing and all the four personas are very much active in me. The traveler in me is listening to the voices from past summers and remembering their glimpses – crowded European streets, squares, and cafes, hiking on a wild trail in America with fellow hikers, and listening to a fascinating old saga in an old city in India with fellow curious travelers, historians, monks, and archeologists. The blogger in me is diligently noting down the whispers of the present – the lost summer. The photographer in me is visualizing and imagining scenes of future summers. I took the pen on behalf of the storyteller to narrate the interplay of emotions, apprehensions, and anticipations created by the confluence of summers in my mind; the juxtaposition of experiences and imaginations.
The traveler in me is listening to the voices from past summers and remembering their glimpses. #Summer #Travel Click To TweetAs we learn to bear the intimacy of scrutiny and to flourish within it, as we learn to use the
Audre Lorde
products of that scrutiny for power within our living, those fears which rule our lives and form
our silences begin to lose their control over us.
