My favorite part of my recent trip to India was peering down the side streets as we went past. Each street had different people with different stories. I found myself lying awake each night of the trip looking through photos I had taken down side streets that day, looking at each individual person in the photos and wondering what had brought them to that place in that moment. What was their story?
This photo is my favorite. At a glance, it looks like any hectic side street in India, but once you take a closer look, you begin to see the individuals: the rickshaw drivers, the shopkeepers, and the bystanders, who’s stories I will never know but enjoy creating in my mind.
Nomadic Teenager 
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