One year ago today we were waking up to eighty degree mornings in our rented apartment in Bangalore. There were no snowy mornings hiking through fresh powder. No walks with my dog in her fanciest sweater through alpine valleys. The only snowflakes we saw were the cheap plastic ones on our fake Christmas tree in …
In Kammanahalli the dirty mud covered streets are lined but that’s just a guide line for the millions of rickshaw drivers and Uber drivers who frantically scurry about in their vehicles. There is not a Christmas tree in sight. This is late December in Bangalore, India. The millions of motorbikes invade the city like ants who …