It’s an India of no roads and small grocery items, of living without electricity at times and being cut off from the world. Of cooking for yourself and adapting to the local lifestyle. It’s an India where the locals are graciously accepting of foreigners but not at all intrusive. ...
Archive for May, 2010
If I wake in the night, I will go to the window and rake the hills with my eyes. I hear them calling in the night and I hear the villagers below making noises just on dark to scare them away.
A strange breeze blew down through a crop of trees en route to Karsi Devi temple, I stopped and remarked on it to my companion
