A few years ago, i was on a expedition through a remote mountain pass deep into the heart of a region called zanskar, where it was a 4 day trek to the minutest signs of civilization. For the first few days i couldn’t decipher what was going on in my head. Did i enjoy this hard trek in almost complete isolation or did i hate the fuck out of it? Eventually, somewhere along that hard journey stumbling up the mountains, when the mid day sun was burning a hole my head, it hit me, that it didn’t matter, nothing did. At that moment all wants and desires had escaped my soul, my mind was completely thoughtless, something i never thought was possible, the remnants of my own voice disappeared from my wandering mind. In that moment in time and space, after all voices were sucked out and i couldn’t hear myself in my own head, i became one. I became one with myself and everything around me, everything else ceased to exist. It was a feeling that went beyond our eager concepts of happy and sad, positive and negative. Somewhere along the depths of melancholia i discovered a new feeling, like a black hole, which is there but isn’t.
I’ve gone back to the region ever since, and these are some of the people I’ve met along the way.
Vikas Vasudev is a portrait and fashion photographer based out of Mumbai, India.