by Rish Sanghvi | Mar 22, 2004 | Desi Voices, Perspectives
Dusk. The ethereal flow of the Ganga. An old lady stands knee deep in the water. Swirls of water play at her feet. She is singing softly with eyes closed. Soft tears of devotion flow down her cheek. Ask what I did last year and you’ll gather that I was in India....
