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We Haven't Located Us Yet: Losing and finding ourselves in India

by Grace Wye (United Kingdom)

India

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I still struggle to believe that Tsomgo Lake is on Earth. Many myths and legends have formed there. Some stories still raise the hair on my skin, including inexplicable phenomena of ghostly presences, and the account of the Dalai Lama, as during his fourth life he flew over in the form of a bird.
I still struggle to believe that Tsomgo Lake is on Earth. Many myths and legends have formed there. Some stories still raise the hair on my skin, including inexplicable phenomena of ghostly presences, and the account of the Dalai Lama, as during his fourth life he flew over in the form of a bird.
Taken from the tea gardens in Darjeeling, where we sat and drank black tea with milk and an (un)healthy dose of sugar, and healthy green tea, brewing in pots in small tin huts by the roadside. Tea production puts Darjeeling on the map of tourism, and made the long hairpin-bend drives bearable.
Taken from the tea gardens in Darjeeling, where we sat and drank black tea with milk and an (un)healthy dose of sugar, and healthy green tea, brewing in pots in small tin huts by the roadside. Tea production puts Darjeeling on the map of tourism, and made the long hairpin-bend drives bearable.
Tibetan Refugee Self-Help Centre is an orphanage, monastery, clinic and home for the aged, in one complex. Visitors can see products made, then buy them, the money going back into the centre. Here, I came across the most joyful of gentlemen, making jumpers as bright and beautiful as his face.
Tibetan Refugee Self-Help Centre is an orphanage, monastery, clinic and home for the aged, in one complex. Visitors can see products made, then buy them, the money going back into the centre. Here, I came across the most joyful of gentlemen, making jumpers as bright and beautiful as his face.
I felt blessed to be part of a family’s Holi celebrations, learning and gaining an experience I could never have had on the chaotic streets with strangers. The day began with a prayer to the shrine in the family home, each person in turn sprinkling figurines of Hindu deities with colour. 
I felt blessed to be part of a family’s Holi celebrations, learning and gaining an experience I could never have had on the chaotic streets with strangers. The day began with a prayer to the shrine in the family home, each person in turn sprinkling figurines of Hindu deities with colour. 
Fatehpur Sikri was once the “City of Victory”, and would have been something stupendous. Now, it falls victim to a daily rife of poverty. It is otherwise an enchanting yet sobering site of countless tombs. Here, I caught a close friend in an emotional moment, absorbing her surroundings.
Fatehpur Sikri was once the “City of Victory”, and would have been something stupendous. Now, it falls victim to a daily rife of poverty. It is otherwise an enchanting yet sobering site of countless tombs. Here, I caught a close friend in an emotional moment, absorbing her surroundings.

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