Flog & Fold

If you send out your laundry in Mumbai, it comes here to mingle with the other pants and sheets in hot sudsy water before it is beaten on a flogging stone, dipped in hot starch, and hung out to dry. Over 200 Dhobi (washermen) families run this particular facility. It’s a hereditary position and one […]

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I forgot my memory

Sometimes in Mumbai you swear you’re in England. But then a man in a skirt walks by and you say, ‘Phew! I’m in India.’ But for a second you think you flew to London on accident. And you review the previous few nights to jog your memory. Then you wonder if you packed your contact […]

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Oh dread!

I finally submitted to a hair trimming after eight months of stuffing it into a rubber band. Way in the back of my head, the poor unassuming stylist found a big fat old dread lock. Just sitting there. Mocking me and my rubber band. I had a dread lock, and I didn’t even know it. […]

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Turbans & Goats

I feel like I am painting all Indians a bad color, and this has surely not been my objective. Just like it’s an impossibility to describe the ‘average American,’ an average Indian there isn’t. But in India, the classes are so separated that the tourists unfortunately have more of a chance of coming in contact […]

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WARNING: This post says ‘fuck’ and ‘pussies’

Udaipur is beautiful. And full of color and tradition. It’s the India you imagine.You can have spiritual conversations with any store owner. You can watch handicrafts being crafted on every corner. You can see elephants gossiping and donkeys working.But there’s something sexual I can’t put my finger on. Again, I was accosted by several men […]

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