I slowly started experimenting with my lenses, and whenever I am on the roads, I try to take photographs of people. All it takes is an exchange of a smile, and people are usually happy to get clicked. Somehow, this entire practice also helped me in believing the fact that the world isn’t as bad as we perceive it to be!
Last year, when I was planning my journey across Lahaul and Spiti Valley, I thought of how I can create a story arranging the photographs of all those people I’ll meet in the valley. (Trust me on this, clicking the photographs are way easier than editing them and compiling them together so that it becomes apt to narrate a tale and be shown to the world! – My respect for Brandon has grown ever since I’m working on “Humans of Spiti”.)
Spiti, a quaint valley tucked between India and Tibet, is nothing short of magic. And every time I would point to click someone, I would get a warm ‘Julley’ (Hello in Spitian language) in return.
I came across little ones like Singye, who had more knowledge of the spiritual world at the age of 11 than what I have at the age of 27!