Winter nights might get cold in Bhopal, but that doesn’t stop the roses from blooming. There were roses everywhere when we arrived in December, except in our own little front yard whose four rosebushes had just been deadheaded and were not ready to produce fresh blooms on demand. 933 more words
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In many meetings* with men during fieldwork, I was starfished. This is what I mean – the men I interviewed progressively expanded to fill up more and more of the common space. 472 more words
India has two aspects –
in one she is the householder, in the other a wandering ascetic.
The former refuses to budge from the cosy nook, 879 more words
- I discovered that I was a ‘backpacker’, I of course knew the word before, but I didn’t realize I was one, till a fellow traveler in Kochi pointed out that I was a backpacker, perhaps even a hippie (not sure how I feel about that though). 415 more words