several years ago i spent a few months in india doing tsunami relief work and traveling. i didn't realize i'd been bitten by the india bug until i moved back to my comfortable, yet predictable life in new york. it didn't take long for me to relocate to india full-time to try to make a life. now, after three years in mumbai, i split my time between america's east coast and india's west coast. the difference between life here and life there is that everything in india begs to be written about.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
The Short of It
Took the train home from work today. Dead body on a stretcher on the platform. Just sitting there. Starched white sheet over it. Blood pooling underneath the body. The sheet edges a defiant red. No news cameras. No gawkers. Just people standing around looking unaffected. Who will tell his children?
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