These are actual emails I wrote to friends
and family when I went to India. They capture my first impressions
and culture shock truthfully. I was tempted to edit them,
but have decided to leave them as they are.
were so many stories to be told, and I wrote them all down
in my journal. Many of these were not conveyed in my emails,
but how can you remember to tell of all the beautiful or shocking
moments to friends when you hardly have your feet on the ground?
it's more effective to tell some stories over a glass of wine,
face to face, like the tale of the day someone started a conversation
with you by asking you to define God; or of the healer who
said he could open your heart to love; or of the sorrow and
horror of seeing "dancing bears" in chains at the
side of the road.
were all things I couldn't talk about in emails in a dingy
internet café where the electricity could go out at
I will never