Indigenous cultures are often a source curiosity for us; we want to know about the ancient cultures which are still preserved and coping with the world of rapid changes. One such encounter I had was with the Bedouins of Jordan.
The stories about this mystic city must have compelled Swiss traveler and explorer Johann Burckhardt to choose the road little known to anyone else. He travelled from Damascus to Cairo and a long travel through the desert way to reach Sharra Mountains.
Jordan was a dream, a dream I often saw with my open eyes. A dream to spend a day like the Bedouins, to light a lamp in front of the treasury in Petra, to read a magazine while floating in Dead Sea, to be lost in the vastness of deserts and to be find myself climbing in the natural bridge of Wadirum. Some of the dreams were realized and some more were added in my wish list.
She said they used to walk to travel from Spiti to Shimla! My mouth gasped in surprise. She said politely “Yeah, we used to walk for a month or so to reach Shimla as there were no roads or transport for us. I was 13 years old when I first traveled to Shimla with my parents and spent winters there.
. Camera didn’t get me lot of fame or money but it brought a purpose and happiness to my life, which cannot be bought by mundane experiences. I was again the same child who used to be competitive, ambitious and passionate, who used to strive always for the first position in class.