There are two occasions when I have felt as though I have woken from the dead. The first was, aged 16, after I had an operation on my back, which had required a general anesthetic.
The second was last Friday when I came ‘to’ so to speak following a week off work ill following my trip to Jaipur. 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