The other night, a storm and a power cut and lightening flickering on the distant Himalayas and a bug somewhere in the room. My hair stood on end and my nerve ends tingled in anticipation of the attack
Indians dress up and they find it very difficult to understand why Westerners want to go ‘Casual’ on their holidays. It’s no way to get respect, they say.
Even after sixteen years, India still retains enough of her enigma to be ever elusive and confusing. I chase stories acorss mountain tops and down busy alleyways, I am constantly peering under the rug to find the real story.
