In 1998, when I left my parents in India for the first time (way after many of my boarding school friends), and went to Sri Lanka to apply for my student visa to come to the U.S. I'd never felt more lonely or afraid. In my cousin's house, where I stayed, there was a small fish tank with about three fish. I'd often stand in front of that tank when I became overcome by a wave of panic and homesickness, watching the fish swimming around, completely oblvious to the chaos that is this world. And I would inevitably find myself growing calmer and breathing easier.
Here are some of the pictures:
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