because motives matter
Whenever we visit IBS, we are met by bright, positive, eager young men and women who want their lives, and the lives of their families, to be different. And better. There is poverty, yes. But there in no poverty mentality.
We have fallen in and out of love a hundred times, and we have seen the peaks and the valleys, from the sublime to the ridiculous. And we always come back to that covenant we have made and kept.
I wasn’t scared. I could easily have hailed a cab. I was just confused and wanted to find my way. On my own, if I could.
I’m not sure we will ever all come together as Michael Jackson's song suggests. But I'm pretty sure young Chenju will never work on a tea farm.
It's 7:30 in the morning in Makiabari, the small mountain village in the Darjeeling area where we have arranged home stays. It is a hazy morning—the clouds have not yet lifted. But you can start to see the surrounding valleys and ridges. I have heard the sounds of a community coming to life since 6,… Continue reading Letters from Bharat: morning in the mountains
the daysman 