I am in Munnar, in the Western Ghats of southern India, and I have just come from the covered fruit and vegetable market. Twelve years ago, on my first trip to India, I took this photo in that market. Today, as I walked amongst the fruit and veg, I remembered the photo. I remembered the exact spot where I took the picture; I remembered the soft light; I remembered the feeling of the moment.
Wandering around the market today, my whole being was filled with a raw emotional energy. It wasn’t a particular emotion: neither sadness nor happiness; not anger, nor elation. It felt like pure emotional energy, centred deep in the belly.
I often notice this feeling when I am in a place that feels timeless, where not much has changed in hundreds of years. And today that timeless feeling was enhanced by my own memory of the place, for not much had changed in the intervening years. The soft light was the same, the atmosphere in the market was the same; only this time, the light was falling on a row of bananas in that particular spot.
