Jurassic Bath

Against all odds, I have my first bath in Kajulu — in pitch blackness I can’t remember the last time I wrote by candle light. On the cement sill behind me are a lantern and two candles. I am sitting angled so that my wrist doesn’t throw its shadow over my words....

In the shoes of the shoeshine

Journalism It was a bright hot May morning in New Delhi when a lanky, curly-haired fellow of 20 years reached the grassy patch near the office of the British Overseas Airways Corporation in Connaught Place. On his hip he balanced a rather large and unwieldy shoeshine...