A Passage to India
Arriving in Delhi was a shock to to senses. The air was hot, thick, and smelled of burning wood. The streets were bustling with cars, tuk-tuks, pedestrians, cows, and trucks overflowing with unidentifiable cargo. The electrical wiring twisted over the walkways. Chickens lay in stacked cages, and merchants sold meat in the 105 degree heat. Intertwined with this madness was an indescribable beauty. Women clad…