I’m back.
The water in the toilet is cleaning-fluid blue. There are no leaves on any of the trees. The cars drive the other way, and the streets are so empty. I have seen exactly… Read More
I took one of these on the way over. Same terminal. New hair. New nose. New sweatshirt. New outlook on life.
Two mornings ago I was the only one off. I grabbed a few rickshaws, sped around Pune, and finished up my souvenir shopping and gift-buying. I saw an elephant trundling through the street.… Read More
Girl Guiding began in 1909, when a group of girls protested outside a Boy Scout rally at the Crystal Palace in London. Their brothers were Scouts, and they wanted to be Scouts, too.… Read More
1. You empty out all of the filing cabinets, dump everything on the floor, throw out half of the pile (including the file labeled “People” full of calendars from the 1980s with photos… Read More
When Philippa and I arrived in Agra, a rickshaw driver had been sent by our hotel, and his engine wouldn’t start because of how cold it was! Manish, as he turned out to… Read More
On the final day of January, Philippa and I slung our backpacks over our shoulders and headed up the road to Wadi, to the ATM, where we took out giant chunks of cash… Read More
It all began when some British participants brought an enormous bag of Skittles to Sangam. They used it to make gift bags for the children visiting for Community Partner Fun Day, but even… Read More
“Madam, one photo, please!” “Ek minute, Madam, ek minute–one photo!” “Please, Madam, wait, please!” “One photo, Madam, one photo!” There were seventeen of us, sixteen non-Indians, and we were trooping through the girls’… Read More