No story is created, it is merely discovered. Each one is a search for meaning, and in an almost impossible reality like India, where myth coexists with the daily, you cannot help but seek narratives in the chaos.

The memory of a culture matters, it holds together the impossibilities of its past and the possibilities of its future. It is between the two, that fleeting crack of light, the present, that the storyteller belongs to. The Indian travel craftsman, as a storyteller, understands that and finds fellow storytellers to create tales out of the chaos that is India.