I was sat in the Kala Ghoda café, a trendy contemporary place in south Mumbai, sipping an Americano and eating carrot cake.
Inside there were two men, each with long straggly brown hair below their shoulders, that looked a bit like how Jesus is depicted in paintings. Read more
When I was 19, in the 1990s I dated this English guy who had had been to India.
Up to that point I had travelled to Europe and the US, but had not been anywhere considered ‘exotic’.
Yet, on our dates, he used to keep me riveted with his tales of India, wandering around in a lungi, living in a hut in the Himalayas and in a guest house in Paharganj. Read more