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Geo: 15.3333, 76.4667Clickety, clickety, click, woooo woooo, chai tea chai - these are the sounds of the train while my body gently jostles to the rhythm of its movement. I was stretched out on the upper berth, that I had unceremoniously mounted with many dark eyes watching while the man in the berth below me shielded his head from my swinging body and Jim tried to assist me and simultaneously pro...
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Wendy Santo
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I love your writing. There are sentences that I read over and over, like savouring a mint in my mouth. Our travel health nurse, Isobel's, words rang in my ears, "there is sh*t everywhere in India; it is in the air." . . . countries have
segregated life from the ruins creating a specialness, a sacredness of times gone by. India has tried, although not successfully in Hampi as the 'living' India will not be suppressed.? Oops. I got reprimanded for using "bad language" so I edited you. Maybe they meant 'specialness'. lmao