A Conclusion (kind of)

As the lucky (or deeply unlucky) writer of the final blog post, I have the joy of attempting to come up with a conclusion for our month in India. Through these last three and a half weeks I have mentally written the intro to this post numerous times. India is a land...

Tiruvannamalai thoughts

During our short stay in Tiruvannamalai, we’ve seen many things: we visited an ashram and a Shiva temple, we climbed the Arunachala mountain (believed to be Shiva, the god of creation and dissolution), and we’ve seen monkeys, traditional Dalit dances, women making...

Kites

For whom do the kites fly?  During our days in Hyderabad, over the cool of the HMI compound which shielded us like a leaky box from the dust and exhaust of the city, their number increased each day.  At first only a few could be seen through the thick smog that...

Dear Liz: a short story

This is a little short story I wrote about our time in India so far. Let me know what you think. Liz, I was afraid we would die on the rickshaw. The streets of Old Delhi were like water. We swam through controlled chaos, saved by calloused hands of street vendors...

The Faluda Man

No one we have experienced yet on this trip has been anywhere near the cultural icon that Faluda man has become. Most days he lurks on the dusty highway outside of the Sai Baba temple, with hours as murky as the rest of India. You’ll find him past penny-a-piece candy...