I’m in Bhuj, this desert town I mythologized about as being full of Turbaned Rabari village people and camels wandering the streets. They...

I wish I was a writer and the need to write a real need. I think this blog is more a diary that I am unlikely to otherwise write in...

I must sit down and discipline myself to write before I don’t. The calling street vendor selling edible pods of dahl and tamarind water...

I knew I was in India when I saw a young girl of about eight (probably 15) at a chaotic major intersection performing circus like...

Hey all of you out there who might have the time to accompany me on my next journey – I’m off to a small town outside Ahmedabad, Gujurat,...