Whether we believe in after-life or not, rich or poor, whatever our cultural associations are, we will ultimately return to dust, into the earth’s cradle, where we all came from like this manmade image of Buddha whose body has disappeared beneath the bodhi roots and which all that remains is a head struggling from the inevitable forces of nature.
The beautiful silhouettes of the trappings of an old temple highlight the colorful flags at the background. The elements, both near and far, create a perfect balance in this photo.
I did make the best out of the visit; thankfully, the sunny weather cooperated and beautifully enhanced the silhouettes of torn walls and fallen structures.
I want to walk along the similar pavements locals walk through, or sometimes, eat, buy, sell and sleep. I want to see the real faces behind the superficial smiles on expensive TV commercials. I want to hear the real stories behind the grand advertisements and paid travel reviews. And in that old, slow-moving bus, I saw something that is usually invisible to luxurious travelers and even to locals confided in their narrow cities.