No parking

I was so extremely happy to see these cows outside the Greenways road Chennai railway station one day. They were eating grass and not garbage! Heart filled with joy!

Nap

Yep. There must be more two-wheelers than beds in India.

Motion

(Interiors of Bangalore hotel (!) exploring the universe to be found inside my camera during photo weekend)(I did explore Bangalore universe also later on)(The town has some spirit and I never saw some many Indians, or people for that matter, at one time at the main bus stop)(Tried to picture it but of course it was rather impossible) (Even after intensive photo training inside hotel with photography nerds)

Flower ladies

In Saidapet.

Entering the imaginary world

in a place crowded with people (Chennai Central).

Lene

“Talk to me”

Yeah!

Peace.

Night falls over Kortedala

Surprise! I walk around in Saidapet trying to find a bus to Adyar and I stumble across Swedish pop singer Jens Lekman, his silent and content smile while having his hair cut on a poster in a corner. The wonders of this world! Night falls over Kortedala – an excellent album!

Another excellent Swedish pop song to share with the world (The Wannadies):

Always when we fight
I try to make you laugh
Til everything’s forgotten
I know you hate that

Always when we fight
I kiss you once or twice
And everything’s forgotten
I know you hate that

//

You tell me I’m a real man
and try to look impressed
Not very
convincing
You know I love it

Now we watch TV
Til we fall asleep
Not very exciting
But it’s you and…

… me will – always – be together
You and me – always – and forever
ba ba ba ba
ba ba
It was always
You and me – always – and forever
You and me – always – and forever
ba ba ba ba
ba
It was always
You and me – always – and forever
You and me – always – and forever
ba ba ba ba
babaroah

Night falls over Chennai

I just love the suburban Chennai train. Look, it is like a speedy snake overtaking all the traffic and the whole world at the same time, making you hair unruly with wind.

Back in Sweden

Yep. This is my room.

So I am back in Sweden and I didn’t miss any plane this time!

It is not such a great shock to be back as I thought. Except for that the weather! After having defended Swedish weather as typically un-cold in all seasons except winter I must resign. Air is fresh and autumn colours are as taken from a fantasy. But it is cold!

And as the beautiful henna tattoo on my right hand which M applied the day before I was leaving slowly is fading away, the whole India experience starts to feel like a dream, and since no one here around me experienced what I did I can only recall it from my memory to be sure that it ever happened… yaiks! Displacement is weird, especially since I felt so attached to Chennai and India and every friend and every street and every train station and every city wall painting that I had got to know during almost three months. Therefore, I will continue to upload pics to convince myself that all actually happened, and that it was wonderful!

more Mumbai memories

Worli fishing village.
One of the very last days in Mumbai.