I still hear the early morning noises of life waking up as the sun rises. Tropical birds and crickets seem to compliment the call to the mosque and the sound of two wheelers taking their owners to work.
A few of my memories are noted on my ‘India my India’ page and though I may appear cynical at times I would never want that to give readers the wrong impression. My love for India is unconditional and she is most certainly my spiritual home. I cherish my memories and cherish the thought that I will often return.