Thank goodness for the archives to help us remember what happened this busy year.
Last night a 23 year old girl died. Two weeks ago, after one of her post-graduate classes, she and a male friend boarded what they thought was a commuter bus to head home. The girl was brutally gang-raped by the men on the bus. Brutal is not a strong enough word for it, not when …
On a more positive note, a few photos from the past few days.
The kitchen is our place of refuge and rejuvenation. You’ll often find us there hovering over the stove, washing dishes or simply sitting together, waiting for bread to bake, on the thick checkered Tibetan rug we put into the middle of the room for exactly that purpose. It’s where we go when we’re content and …
A culture-shock busting trip to Qutub Minar—in the rain of course. Because, seriously, what would this week be without a few out-of-season showers?
I realized at some point between Will face-planting into a puddle of pigeon-poop and me accidentally covering the kitchen floor in microscopic shards of glass from a broken vase, that perhaps it wasn’t so much that I was having a bad day, but instead that I needed–very much–to have one. I needed a short break from happy.
And other questionable Christmas decor choices.