The ghats are covered. A deceased individual, wrapped in a white sheet, flowers and garlands, being carried to the ghats for cremation. Filled with Indians of all ages, men and women, sarees and trousers. White-bearded priests with loin cloths and young women beating laundered sheets on planks. Little boys flying kites Read more…
The view from the two-seater auto rickshaw is a reminder of the fragility of life. When passenger buses and cars come within spitting distance from your head and eyes, you really wake up and stay alert. View from over Laxman’s right shoulder – close call! Day three in Delhi has Read more…
Brooklyn took a long time to open her arms to me, but she finally came around. Or maybe I came around once I started discovering the murals scattered throughout the alleyways circling South 11th Street and Bedford Avenue. I read Bedford Avenue was one of these brightening corners of the Read more…