Beyond the Beautiful: Bangalore

When I begin writing, I always contemplate where to begin the story. In between long flights, many buses and countless trains, the monotony of the untold occurs. I'm a rare breed in that I thrive in airplane seats, washing myself in toilet stalls and surviving the hours and hours it takes to get from destination to destination. I suppose my story began before all this, beyond the beautiful. It began in a time before 9/11 and security checks, when I was a child and my father would take me to the...

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