My brother-in-law, Bhupendra, said he really didn’t want to do it. He wore a grimace on his face that seemed to be reliving a past trauma, and I began having second thoughts about pushing the subject. The concierge at the hotel, however, suggested that if we were in the 12-4pm sweet spot, we might just… Continue reading India: Days 11 and 12 – The Last Days
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