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India became my daughters’ keeper. All I could do now is watch from afar. I pray to Shiva to protect her, Ganesh to bring her good fortune and the Chai Wallah on the corner to start her day well.
I offered my girl to Mother India. To take the step that starts a thousand-mile journey, where ‘Birth Mothers’ is not required’.
Reluctantly I let go and let [all the] God[‘s]. My good fortune India has 350 God’s so I’ve got the numbers on my side.
Being the bigger person, saying goodbye to my Canon SLR was equally torturous. By far the best thing to pack to survive 6 months in India. It provided a steady stream of This Is My Life images and allowed Georgia to see India through a lens. She fell in love with India and my camera. Even with interminable distant nagging, something I became quite skilled at, there very few pictures of the sights. However, it gave me an insight into her previously I didn’t have. She told India’s story of what she loved in her images. The people.
Her photojournalistic style emerged.
Her images allowed me to share her journey in real time. Her story told of a passion for India and its people. It’s not just an adventure; this is a young girl turning into a woman with an open heart. Mother India I thank you.
Walking home each day, she would stop and chat with the Berry Man and told me a little story. “One day he was standing in the rain, so I gave him my umbrella, the next day he was standing in the rain. I think he sold it. He must have needed something more important.”
It’s Georgia’s story and one that only she can tell herself. I can offer some photos of the places she went in a page Rucksack Girl coming soon. My part in this story is of a mother who trusted in a journey worth taking.
India will be a challenge, some experiences would be tough and I’ll be too far away to help.
It would be 5 months before I would see her. Little did I know at the time I had started my training ground for many goodbyes, bigger distances and longer periods of separation.
My blessing was to see her stretch her wings to fly.
These amazing young women had each other to explore India, share travels North to the Himalayas to Goa in the South and Jaisalmer the desert country of Rajasthan and many places in between.
Memories etched a great start for an interesting life.
“Long Live Travel, See The World”