This is my closing post for this blog. Below is my essay for the Dale family, who sponsored my trip to India, as well as some pictures of my life back at Princeton.
I know that nobody really checks this blog anymore, but this experience meant a lot to me and will be something I will never forget. I’m glad there’s a way to relive it again 20 years down the line.
Hari Om Tat Sat,
Andy
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As I sit here in the dim light of Murray-Dodge Café reflecting on my experience over the last summer, I can scarcely believe that I am back at Princeton as a junior, immersed again in the rapidity and fullness of the intellectual challenges and extracurricular business that define my life at the University. Just a month ago, I sat in the similarly sparse light of the ashram’s yoga hall, seated before an endless expanse of Indian countryside, meditating to the rhythm of my teachers’ sacrosanct chants.
Here in the café, Green Day’s Time of Your Life is playing softly in the midnight background: “Take the photographs and still frames in your mind, and hang them on a shelf of good health and good time.” It’s likely impossible to distill the contents of the photojournal blog I kept religiously over the summer into a few pages, but I’ll try to highlight the key portions of my journey.
