amritsar: where my lens met 1276720 and a ghostly 1356786750

just landed in amritsar and my camera’s already sweating. not literally, but the air’s thick with spices and the kind of chaos that makes your fingers itch to shoot.

"someone told me that if you stand by the jallianwala bagh well at dawn, you can hear echoes of 1919. or maybe it’s just the wind. or maybe i’m hearing things."

"overheard at durgiana temple: ‘touch the water with your right hand only. left hand brings bad luck.’ then i spilled some on my left by accident. oops."

i just checked the weather app and it’s hovering around 15 degrees but feels like 13.78-basically a nudge from the universe that skinny jeans are a bad idea here. and if you get restless, lahore’s just a short drive away. though i wouldn’t recommend it without a passport.

while stalking shots near the golden temple, i tripped over a brick with *1276720* carved into it. ancient? graffiti? who knows. then my phone buzzed-1356786750 some timestamp from a missed call. probably spam.

"drunk advice from a rickshawala: ‘avoid the kulfi at gurudwara gate. it’s watered down. go to that cart by the blue wall. the uncle’s got a secret recipe.’"

for the real deal kulfi, hit up Kesar da Dhaba. and if your legs can’t handle the heat, Hotel Bhagat has the best lassi. but skip the ‘secret masala’-that’s just chili powder.


amritsar’s got this way of making you feel like you’re part of a film reel. even if your film reel is just 1276720 blurry shots of pigeons.