WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 11 As our plane circles and dips on its final approach into Mumbai, at around 12:40 am local time, with my own body clock all shot, ten and a half hours behind and out of kilter, I resolved to let India teach me, over the next two months, as much as I can absorb of its arts, including architecture, its spiritual and religious life, its sheer geography and the relics of its recent and ancient experiences with foreign influences, all of which it has subsumed over the years to emerge as the largest democracy in the world. Our reception through the Mumbai airport terminal was reassuringly smooth: immigration, baggage pickup, customs, currency exchange and my first exposure to local toilets went just like they were expecting and prepared for us, including our waiting taxi
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