The Streets of India
The streets of India speak of time moving forward. And time standing still. Of beauty and ruin. And wisdom and youth. Of family and belonging. And the lost and forsaken.… Read the rest “The Streets of India”
The streets of India speak of time moving forward. And time standing still. Of beauty and ruin. And wisdom and youth. Of family and belonging. And the lost and forsaken.… Read the rest “The Streets of India”
Rakesh is my father’s eldest brother’s son. He is the youngest of three, the only son. His sisters are Nita and Shilpa and his wife is Anu.… Read the rest “Happy Diwali”
the agent asked for my passport and my visa that was the first sign then, the sound of their voices speaking in english, dutch, french and hindi that was the second of crossing borders and international travelof leaving home and coming back to anotherit has been almost two days but we have now landedmy sister and i “the smell,” she said “of mumbai”it takes us backso familiar and always the same
Often, I feel as if I cannot keep up. With all of the people. And the experiences of the Pfister. But within the day-to-day, there are always those moments that stay with you.… Read the rest “James”
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