My childhood memories are mostly from Buhalnita, where I would spend my summers with my cousins and grandparents. Hay gathering is still a way of life in this village and my grandmother Maria is ready to make another “capita” (haystack).
My grandfather’s life was mostly his family and his beloved sheep. They would follow his voice anywhere. His kind, gentle nature worked well with these obedient creatures.
They are my grandparents from my dad’s side, working together to create a haystack. Their livelihood depends on the cattle and sheep kept on such mountains of flowers.
This was my grandmother from my mother’s side, grandma Bernaveta. She was so happy to see me for Easter. She would always cook for us and her yummy stews were the best!
Auntie Maria still lives in the house where my dear grandmother Bernaveta used to live. She carries on the traditions, runs her own little farm and plants her own crops. She is very serious in photos, but is a very lively, talkative lady in real life!
As one of our friends was driving us through Coimbatore, many sights impressed my camera. You definitely come to India to see the people, not the architecture, although the latter is not bad in places 🙂
This little girl was begging on the way to Haji Ali mosque, Bombay, India. It is a stark contrast between her lowered head and the grand city on the other side of the water.
These lovely girls were playing outside a mosque in Bombay, India. They seem to have so little and yet their joy is so generous.
In Coimbatore, India, children would follow us on the streets so that we would take photos of them. Their smiles were very much worth every step of our journey.