My 5: Delhi.

Street food vendors Paharganj Delhi India

1. Paharganj, March 2004. Just west of New Delhi Train Station, this frenetic backpacker ghetto was a real assault on the senses, especially for the uninitiated. Wild street dogs, legless beggars, scampering shoeless children, relentless touts, shops, cafes, guesthouses, DVD shacks, mobile phone huts, restaurants, travel agencies, food stalls and Internet cafes. It was my […]

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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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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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The Shithole – 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 early evening and the thick smoky […]

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Come Ear! – 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. The warm glow of the early morning sun […]

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Poor Me! – a short story from India.

Cover photo courtesy of McKay Savage from London.  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. The […]

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