Forty Eight Hours – a short story from India.

In March 2004 I was 25 years old. With not a care in the world, no particular place to be and zero commitments to speak of, I packed up a rucksack and headed off to India. The future lay sparkling and I thought it would last forever. “Samosa… pakora… vegetable cutlet! Samosa… pakora… vegetable cutlet! […]

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Lisa & Phil – a short story from India.

In March 2004 I was 25 years old. With not a care in the world, no particular place to be and zero commitments to speak of, I packed up a rucksack and headed off to India. The future lay sparkling and I thought it would last forever. ‘‘I was thinking of going to Panjim’’ I […]

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Butch Cassidy & The Cashew Kid – a short story from India.

In March 2004 I was 25 years old. With not a care in the world, no particular place to be and zero commitments to speak of, I packed up a rucksack and headed off to India. The future lay sparkling and I thought it would last forever. My travels around India had been highly eventful […]

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Octopussy – a short story from India.

James Bond Octopussy Monsoon Palace

In March 2004 I was 25 years old. With not a care in the world, no particular place to be and zero commitments to speak of, I packed up a rucksack and headed off to India. The future lay sparkling and I thought it would last forever. ‘‘Hey, you want Bond?’’ asked the goofy man, […]

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The Bus Journey From Hell – a short story from India.

In March 2004 I was 25 years old. With not a care in the world, no particular place to be and zero commitments to speak of, I packed up a rucksack and headed off to India. The future lay sparkling and I thought it would last forever. “Udaipur! Udaipur! Uuuuuuudaipur!!!” With less than a minute […]

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Lalou – a short story from India.

In March 2004 I was 25 years old. With not a care in the world, no particular place to be and zero commitments to speak of, I packed up a rucksack and headed off to India. The future lay sparkling and I thought it would last forever. It was our first day in The Golden […]

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Fear and Loathing in Jaipur – a short story from India.

In March 2004 I was 25 years old. With not a care in the world, no particular place to be and zero commitments to speak of, I packed up a rucksack and headed off to India. The future lay sparkling and I thought it would last forever. Jaipur had sounded great on paper. ‘‘The pink […]

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