Poor Me! a short story from India. In March 2004 I was 25 years old. With not a care in the world, no particular place to be and zero commitments to speak of, I packed up a rucksack and headed off to India. The future lay sparkling and I thought it would last forever. The […]Read More
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March 2004. It’s easy to get excited all over again at the mere thought of my arrival in New Delhi over fifteen years ago. I was twenty five years old and at the beginning of my first bout of extended, independent travel. Not that I was actually solo, as I’d agreed to travel with a […]Read More
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