Skandorina's Travels

It was like everything was happening for the first time, there. At the airport, people were talking and smiling to each other, instead of staring at a screen. Saris’ warm tones. Women’s long and dark hair. I am aware of…

Everything appeared normal, there. It seemed normal to walk around all those little nuns, around that writing saying “Love until it hurts” on Mother Teresa’s grave, around those beds, full of frail humans, so similar to piles of bones. It…

It’s going to feel wondrous. You will sense it in your bones, but you will not be able to rationally explain it. Alongside the horror and people urinating on the streets, you will glimpse hands joined in prayer in front…

There is a city in Madhya Pradesh. Its name is Jabalpur: from the Arabic jabal, stone and pur, city. The river Narmada flows along its ghats and caresses its temples. It is here that the ashes of Ghandi were immersed,…

I was 37 when I saw the tiger. No, not in a zoo, nor in the circus, where I would not go on principle anyway. I saw this animal in India. Free. Immense. In the previous days, I had already…