Thank You From the Children of Hamara Footpath

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Portrait: A Child’s Eyes

Sometimes you plan and plan a trip, but in the end that magical feeling you so wanted to remember forever eludes you.  Squatting in the patchy shade of a camel-chewed tree, this is how I felt after my desert safari in Rajasthan, India.  Suffice it to say, a young, single woman should think better of [...]

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Flightmare

Getting to Turkey was a flightmare.  This is what I wrote in the midst of it all: ***** It’s too late to be poetic. This post is factual.  And by the time you read it, the outcome will have already unfolded.  But now, sitting here writing this, things are still uncertain.  And I’m really frickin’ [...]

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Finding My Mumbai

I cried tonight as I walked away from Hamara Footpath for the last time, and I remembered the night I walked away from Slumdog Millionaire.  These things aren’t the same, but I still made a coloration in my head. Five weeks in India and my heart never really stopped pounding – From fear.  And culture [...]

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India In Photos

Finally! All my photos from India – Mumbai, Rajasthan and Kerala are up on my Shutterfly site. Check them out and Happy Viewing! CLICK HERE TO VIEW PHOTOS

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Shantaram And The Lies It Tells About Mumbai

I think Gregory David Roberts based the dialogue of his Indian character Perbukar , in his classic 800 page set-in-Mumbai novel, Shantaram, on the people of Rajasthan, not Mumbai. And I think he got a lot of the details wrong about Bombay. When I first read Prabu’s dialect, the bit about “What is your good [...]

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On Kerala, The Backpackers Hideaway

One of the first things I remember about Tuesday is The Road by Jack Kerouac.   I’ve read the book but don’t remember the details.  One of the travelers had picked it up at a book exchange and it was laying open in the guest house garden.  I remember it inspired me to read more Kerouac. [...]

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Reminiscences

Pink flowers on a stranger’s terrace make me think of my mother and immediately I think of the day I sold my plants.  They were a collection; a way of unconsciously connecting to my mother and I sold them when I moved to Paris. I think of all the things I’ve sold over the past [...]

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On Rajasthan

Everybody wants to know about the desert now, and what it’s like and how I enjoyed things.  Rajasthan and the desert are different than Mumbai.  Still India. Still a mindfuck, but a different sort. In Mumbai the humidity is so thick my hair barely dries by the end of the day.  In Rajasthan my hair [...]

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Recent Discovering Via Email

I often make discoveries about myself and my current mind-state by writing emails.  Something comes out to a friend and it’s  something I normally would have had to sit down and consciously think about formulating into a blog.  String of consciousness from today: “The mindfuck of India… ahh, a country like I’ve never experienced before and [...]

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