You can call me Johannes

I spent a week exploring the dusty world of Rajastan, wandering through ancient forts, cobble-stoned streets and along the banks of timeless bathing spots. Continue Reading →



“With each passing moment, a new kite fluttered its way higher into the sky, brought to life with the flapping of insect-like motions, orchestrated by the poised fingers of the early-risers of my neighbourhood. By time the sun rays had cut through the dust, thousands of kites hovered in every remote corner of the skyline and cheers of success were howled from the rooftops…” Continue Reading →