Category: Where the Wind Blows

Stories from my travel memoir

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The sun stole the shade as noon approached. The day grew hot and humid like an unvented laundry-mat. Our clothes stuck to our bodies. Somehow Kolkata was hotter than Thailand. We needed to get new clothes, Indian clothes. I stopped Mikey from buying two shirts at full price. “Mikey, there’s two things to remember when […]
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