INDIA | Wednesday, 27 May 2015 | Views [1016] | Scholarship Entry
I stood transfixed. The drums and brass instruments were deafening. Lights blazed from the stage. My nostrils twitched from sandalwood and masala incense. I was oblivious to the many eyes fixed on me, the pale skinned visitor. The round bellies of women ... Read more >
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