01 Jul

Born on a mad wind

One of my favorite writers, Vandana Singh, visits home outside of Delhi and, even in the grasp of a head cold and the mad *hot* wind called the Loo (unrelated to the porcelain or pit loo, small burrough in Estonia, or Het Loo palace in the Nederlands), makes a suburban town in India sound like an outpost in the land of enchantment, full of exotic life and ways beyond the comprehension of a westerner. Yes, she’s perpetuating myths and, yes, it is bloody satisfying.