“In 2011, I walked to the source of the Ganga in the Himalaya to collect water for my grandfather, a Hindu priest, who was on his deathbed. I hoped it could give him some connection with a place of which he had spoken, but was never able to visit. By the time I got back, he had lost his memory, and could no longer recognise his grandson.
In subsequent journeys I often fantasised about spending my time as a hermit, and considered finding a cave to live in. During those visits I collected wildflowers, stones, earth and water to offer to those close to me, and carry them, in spirit, to the places where these things came from.
Seeking Moksha evolved through such personal journeys. It is informed by encounters with people who seemed more lost than found in their search for transcendence, as perhaps I was too.”
