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I was stepping on the sand in the scorching sun while my party got into the car ahead of time and rested or sat in the shade complaining about the desert. I like to tread on snow and fine sand. The sensation of stepping on and kicking the sand in the desert is not common. I set up a tripod and took continuous self-portraits, then sat down in the desert and smoked a cigarette. I could feel the stinging gazes of people asking, ‘Why am I doing this alone in the desert without a single shade in this hot weather?’ I didn’t care.

And now, I realized that I had come back to India, which I had longed for so much, that I was in Ladakh right now. Many people recklessly make plans, saying, ‘I want to go on a trip’ or ‘Where are you planning to go this year? Just like a racehorse that runs while looking ahead, if you just push it, you will come to the place before you know it. Do other people know the amazing feeling of trembling when the things I dreamed of are in front of my eyes?