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What have I done this year?

In A message home I wrote that my year in India has indulged childhood fantasies. I’ve been a jack-of-all trades; I’ve had the chance to try my hand at every job I wanted as a kid, except the astronaut part. … Continue reading

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Facing the heat

The desert brings a cruel partisan climate. I remember a freezing weekend spent building our Chula. Back in November I could barely speak Hindi; but those misty mornings with the children – breaking every rule of fire safety – were … Continue reading

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Foreigner no more

Last Tuesday I took a train to Jaipur to meet my parents. Sat opposite me in the same berth were two teenagers, one boy and one girl. They were immaculately dressed; they seemed wealthy. The boy wore a pristine white … Continue reading

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Ice-cream ‘chores’

Last night a few children started a commotion in the corner of the resource room. They were looking outside at the perimeter wall, but when I went over to look I saw nothing. A few minutes later another of the … Continue reading

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Minu Manovikas Mandir to York College

Here in Chachiyawas we are lucky enough to have an array of technology and computer hardware. Unfortunately, most of our equipment is rusting or patched together; our computers crawling with viruses. What’s left is derelict through misuse or no-use at … Continue reading

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Cash-point panic and cartography

The beauty of living in foreign environment is the speed at which you’re able to reflect on events and learn from them, out of necessity and because each experience is so new. Even with the hindsight of only a few … Continue reading

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Evening milk runs

Part of my daily routine is the milk run to Chachiyawas. I’ve spent all winter buying milk on a daily basis so I can have a glass or two in the morning. I buy one kilogram of milk for Rs … Continue reading

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