Remember the colony of seagulls in Finding Nemo who endlessly chime just one word: “mine, mine, mine, mine…” For many Americans, “mine” is a word we learn as a child and effortlessly carry into our adult years. Indian friends are teaching me by their actions that “mine” isn’t the only option.
Passing through arid desert sands, patches of bare-branched trees, and carved red sandstone palaces ignites my curiosity about this Pink City in majestic Rajasthan.
“Delhi heat, this is my resolute response to your exorbitant summer temperatures…”
North Dakota, USA, a domain of extremes. January is frigid and frost bitten while July is muggy and sweat inducing.
You’ve probably had a chai latte at your favorite coffee shop in the United States, but India elevates chai to a whole new level. Use Google Translate and you’ll find that “tea” translates from English to Hindi as चाय or “chai.” But in India, chai is more than just a generic word for tea. It’s a specific kind of tea and it’s not only a beverage – it’s an experience of flavor, warmth and community.
Hearing clapping and voices singing ‘Happy Birthday’ was a magical gift for a baby girl turning 1. Not yet walking, she giggled with happiness and pulled herself up to dance in a circle. Everyone in the room was amazed and couldn’t believe what they were witnessing! This surprise wasn’t just any moment, it was my moment. I am a dancer and this is my story…
I’m dangling from a rock ledge 50 feet off the ground, heart pounding, mind racing trying to determine my next move. I extend my right hand to reach for the next hold and a bat comes scurrying out of a crevice directly above me. We lock eyes for a couple of seconds and he (or she?) flies away. Yes, according to bats.org, bats can see.
