Category: India
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The Joy of Chopping Garlic
The joy of chopping garlic, the smallest of slimy Indian cloves, crush and peel. My very own cooker in my first kitchen in eight months. The joy of washing plates in real detergent, not sand or a plastic bag. The pleasure of washing the most beautiful tomatoes, peppers, aubergines, arranging them in my rented fridge, in my rented kitchen with a look of the 1950’s.…
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The Holy, Colourful, Glorious City of Nashik – India
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Nashik in Words – The Ganges of the South
No writing for days, hours, minutes until it’s the only thing i can do. The only thing i have to do. Nashik always messes me up, always plays with my mind, always fuck’s me over big style. My second visit in four years and her power is overwhelming. She always makes me feel like i…
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243 Hours in Bombay
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A Full Circle
The sun rose as the train pulled into central station, around the same time as my hangover. Bag on back i disembark to find a quite, dark and rather empty Mumbai – sleeping taxi drivers, people selling cigarettes and combs. Rats. Back to the same guest house i started in last September, but what is the difference? So many…
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Sentences and Sections of Paragraphs from March
27/3/12 Pinky, Pinky, wake up, it’s almost four AM. ” I am awake”, i reply. The sound of the train on the track is overwhelmingly loud and fast as i try to open my eyes seven, eight times before heading to the door to smoke and look out for the approaching station. Indians stooped everywhere in deep…
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My Pilgrimage to Ganpatipule
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Bollywood’s Greatest Superstar, Amitabh Bachchan as You’ve Never Seen Him Before!
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Poopie Udupi
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The Real Shahrukh Khan???
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My Blog Behind Your Screen
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Trying to Sunbathe in India
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