India / 2015We reluctantly left the rooftop, a hideaway from the swarm of persistent shop sellers and tuk tuk drivers below on the streets of Agra. We had bartered for goods that made the stock market look bear and now our bellies were full.King fisher and bits of tikka masala were the only remnants that remained in our enchanted bodies. I made my way down the marble stairs and was captured by the…
It was late afternoon and the mist was slowly erasing the landscape around us. We finished up our tea on the side of the road and began our ascent up this tiny mountain road, a detour from a ‘normal’ road that was blocked from heavy monsoon rains. Our drivers made nearly impassable roads seem like childs’ play, passing vehicles hiding in the mist and nepali homes impossibly resting on cliffs.…
