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    <title>Blown in the wind</title>
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      <title>My Photo scholarship 2010 entry</title>
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I am a person to get stuck, to vivid moments, to feelings, to good conversations, to colors of the reality, to unique people, to life. 

I got stuck in this little edge of land because of the smile, because of the offered cabbage, because there was no other place to go. Small unexpected moments of learning, sharing, giving, receiving. 

Einstein once said that there are two ways to live your life: as though nothing is a miracle, or as though everything is a miracle. Moments like that - on a hot afternoon, in the middle of nowhere, is what i live for, is what i call a miracle. 

Somewhere close to Junagath, Gujarat, India, April 2009 - shot with a broken Pentax that had forgotten about the colors. </description>
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      <category>Travel</category>
      <category>India</category>
      <author>isha</author>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2010 23:04:00 GMT</pubDate>
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