Standing in a metro brimming with humans on a regular college day in Delhi, with my tattered copy of 'The stranger', I was struggling to make sense of what Camus wrote- "If a man has lived one day, he has enough memories for a lifetime". It was absurd, and I didn't quite get it, until one day while walking the lonely streets of St. Petersburg a couple of months later, when I realized the possibilities of what he could have meant.
Back-packing to Russia was like walking down the desolate roads of my mind, and discovering a new person on every strange turn I take. How I like to interpret Camu's lines, I realized while waiting for change at a grocery store (for my couchsurfing friends who were hosting me very lovingly), is that maybe, 'a day' doesn't mean the same thing if you look at life from the balcony. It's like a number of days, weeks and years stitched together by a single thread, making it a one-long day with endless nights to live by. So I like to break it down further and look at an experience as a 'day'.
So here I am, showing you what a day in Russia felt like, when i wandered the streets with my black boots and an orange backpack.