Incidents In India.


Incidents in India: A short story collection.
My first ever stretch of bona fide traveling came in India. I was 24 years old and pretty damn clueless. Nevertheless, I compensated for this with bags of positivity and anticipation for what felt like a huge step into the unknown.

Incidents in India: A short story collection.
I was supposed to be doing the trip alone. But then I unexpectedly made a friend in the visa queue at the Indian Embassy in Edinburgh. Looking back, I think I needed that companionship. In fact, I’ve often wondered what kind of scrapes I’d have gotten myself into had I gone solo.

Incidents in India: A short story collection.
Of course it turned out to be a wondrous trip. Moreover, it confirmed the suspicions I’d had about what kind of lifestyle I wanted to lead, whetting my appetite for the flurry of international adventures that would follow.
Among the many crazy incidents I experienced in India, I’ll never forget Devda the Delhi ear cleaner and Guddu the Agra guesthouse manager. Nor indeed The Cashew Kid in Goa and Mr. Magoo, the camel guide from Jaisalmer.

Incidents in India: A short story collection.
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