After being in Chandigarh for over fifteen days, the cycle of air conditioned cars and free lunchtime press conference buffets was put on a slight hiatus. In its place came a…
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I’ve been thinking a lot about the way I look at India. And, by extension, the way that India looks at me. For the last two months, I’ve seen fleeting glimpses of…
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My introduction to the ways of the Goans started with a spool of thread. Now, when I think of thread and India in the same moment, it’s Gandhi that comes to…
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Water has been sourced and the fans have been turned off – the power is out in Goa again. At 30 degrees but with 71 percent humidity, it’s almost the end…
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From the moment I stepped off the plane in Chennai, I knew I was going to like South India. The air was warmer and more comfortable, the streets were cleaner, and…
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The sand and salt are curling my newly short hair. My sunburn is pink and red in patches along calves and shoulder blades. The sound of the sea is full in…
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For the last few months, I’ve been steadily realising how much my hair annoys me. During the freezing London winter, it’s always too long, getting stuck underneath scarves or bag straps,…
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Going abroad is great. Within no time, you seem to have forgotten what day it is, and it doesn’t even seem to matter. Time begins to evaporate, and you’ll spend hours…
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On the morning of my 24th birthday, I awoke to red ants crawling in my toothpaste and a broken toilet seat. I turned over and groaned; after a few days respite, my…
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A steaming glass sat in front of me on the kitchen table. I eyed it dubiously. The woman in the chair opposite had just poured a heaped spoonful of black powder…