Distinctively Indian, and Proud of It

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Stepping off the plane, I take a breath and think, “yes… we’re in India now.”Behind me, there are echoes of agreement from Sidd and his parents. Ah, India. It has a distinctive aroma – a mixture of diesel fumes from the sea of green and yellow rickshaws, mounds of discarded garbage (often being burnt) and a poor sanitation system. Overlaying this is the heady smell of incense, curling it... Read Full Entry

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