Dust floated up into the air from the tires of each passing green and yellow auto-rickshaw, creating a temporary orange haze in the road which did little to abate the intense heat beating down on us from above. The harsh afternoon light illuminated the entire open and unpaved road, heating up the red dirt, the white painted walls and the faded gate ahead of us.
Read MoreIn coming overseas and taking the (long) flight to India, we leave material items, intangible relationships and assumptions behind. Not only have I left my family: my dad, mom, brother, dogs and house, but I left my home behind.
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