Photos and story by Annika Ziehen
I had dreamed of traveling to India since I was a little girl. While my notion of India was probably skewed from coverage of British colonial times, my heart still longed to see it all. I wanted to experience all the colors, smells, and wonderful foreignness of it all.
During my first trip, I spent about 2.5 weeks in Kerala and in Delhi. Afterwards, I came back on my own to see the Taj Mahal and Jaipur, and during my third trip I traveled aboard the Maharajas Express. Each trip had its own appeals and challenges—namely my second journey when I traveled to India on my own. I was just getting over a heartbreak which actually happened while I was at the Taj Mahal: said to be the marble testimony to the greatest love there ever was. I realized that in order to love someone you don’t need to build them a marble tomb but rather accept this person entirely.