
"I am alive. I am clean. I don't have black fingernails anymore. I don't smell shit and BO with every step I take. I am no longer accosted by rickshaw drivers beseeching me to take a ride because, of course, I am their “sister” and the pedophilic men in their Michael Jackson t-shirts have ceased their relentless catcalls."
"I have left India."
"Now, I suppose my introduction may lead you all to believe that my trip was all bad. No it wasn't. I miss being able to eat amazing food anytime for less than ten cents. I miss seeing cows strolling across the road or taking a nap in the middle of an intersection not bothered by anyone. I miss my baby cousins who run around with my shoes on and steal all of my things from my bag. I miss my grandma who refused to comprehend Carla doesn't understand Malayalam and kept having long winded conversations with her. "
"India is not for the weak. It tested everything I had in me both physically and mentally."
from Shirley Mani's India Journal per turbanhead.com