India

India is like having an American girlfriend, one of those blonde, fake-breasted high school cheerleading stereotypes, who happens to have the unfortunate habit of turning into a 48-year-old alcoholic drug-user at any moment when...

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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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