My quest for a minimal photo backdrop had finally found an answer. The locals informed that the place “is not actually that interesting”. But fueled with the need to recharge post-Eid relatives visits, i stubbornly insisted to go. And apparently, the place is exactly how i want it to be. Continue reading
To mark the end of the longest abandonment I’ve ever done to my blog, firstly I must clarify that I am still breathing and alive.
Secondly, for the sake of your attention span, i’m going to cut the part where i explain how dementor-ish the sixth semester is, and skip along to my latest where-i-stands (beside the bermuda triangle of home-dorm-campus).
One morning last week, i wander around a tea plantation, pre-shower, sweating under the chunky knit i wore on such sunshiny morning, carrying no photography device better than a point-and-shoot camera several years behind the time, and no photographer better than my baby sister,
yet i regret nothing.
Now that i practically passed out mutiple times a day while the rain is pouring outside, it’s almost hard to believe that just few weeks earlier i was completely out in the sun. Sandy hair and feet (sometimes even eyes); building –what supposed to be, but looks nothing like– sand castles; loosing myself in seafood feast; wandering around the shores looking for coral, seashells, or anything worth instagrammed for; all the exact contrast of curling in bed wearing socks and sweater.
In this gloomy and rainy January, the proof that i was not only dreaming about the beach are some never-seem-to-be-fading tan lines. Which i wholeheartedly hate…
and some photos, along with that…