Varanasi’s train station

We still had three hours before our train would depart to Gorakhpur, but we decided to move out of the hotel and go to the station. The road was dustier than usual and the horns of the tuk-tuks noisier than they were hours before. The Indian whiskey amplified our perception on reality.

When I got angry in India

India is not just any place, if you go there will surely return with tons of memories. I have a lot of stories from my recent trip to India and I intend to share some of them here. However, since the bad memories are the first we forget, I will begin with them.

The man with the red hair

Soon after my arrival in India I saw many old guys with their hair dyed red. I thought it was strange, but didn’t pay too much attention But the red-dyed Muslims I saw in Mumbai got me thinking if there is a discrepancy between the rigors of Islam and cosmeticizing yourself for hiding old age; and […]