A Passage to India

Elck of The Vernacular Body, which is always beautifully written, has been writing lately about a visit to India. With beautiful, enigmatic black and white photographs. Bombay / Mumbai is a big, scary city to me, because I don't know it well -- though Ramesh has plenty of relatives there. But reading, I am reminded of the crows, which afflict us here as well; of stunningly beautiful sweepers; of a bustling life that seems like chaos but isn't, in a different way from the seeming chaos of Chennai...

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