February 2013

There I was through unexpected circumstances sitting in a small airport in India facing a security policeman.  He had a rifle strapped across his chest and a contented, welcoming smile. In broken English (much more advanced than my three words of Hindi) he was trying to find out why I was there.  After that got […]

It is the day before the auspicious dip into the Ganges River.  Allahabad is electric with excitement.  More people than the human mind can comprehend are gathered to participate.  It is a cacophony of sound; loud speakers everywhere amplifying chants to the divine.  It is the sound of hope and anticipation.  It is an acknowledgement