Some years ago, a former colleague (now good friend) and I were talking about her husband's travels to Japan for work. They live in Upstate New York and we joked that he was somewhere on the other sid...
I start to write this as I sit in a coffee shop in a mall in India. It's early August. The monsoon is ending, but it feels like the beginning. The heavens have favoured this parched land, and the earth and leaves appear nourished, refreshed and renewed. It has been difficult to avoid another spectacular deluge taking place on the other side of the world -- the dissonant downpour of the US Presidential election. I am protected by a loyal umbrella: my unshakable faith in humanity.
I want to tell you about one of the newest friends I have made here in India: Chetan. Chetan stays in Vangani, a suburb of Mumbai. He is a young dad, and lives in a humble home with his wife Radha and adorable baby twins. He's also a musician with an incredible passion for percussion, and a pretty good singer too.