Old Delhi

There is a child carrying a baby. The child cannot be more than five years old; the baby in her arms is not yet two. She asks me for money. Then she is running after me with the baby heavy and awkward in her arms, shouting:...

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Varanasi on Fire

Varanasi’s Ghats are a labyrinth of alleyways and narrow corridors leading down to the Ganges. They are dirty, chaotic, and utterly wonderful. Holy cows nose and nibble at garlands of flowers strewn amongst piles of litter...

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