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Flying into Mumbai, the old familiar odour hit the senses as soon as I exited the airport. Nothing seemed to have changed in my five-year absence. The traffic was chaotic; the sound of horns trumpeted the vast city; and the heat and humidity glued my clothes to my back. In spite of these discomforts, I was excited to return. Continue reading Mumbai movie mania
Sailing towards Kenya on the calm Arabian Sea, I knew I’d return to India one day. The country left its mark on me.
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On another tourist’s recommendation, I travelled north-east to the Buddhist caves cut into the side of a mountain. Some were elaborate, others simple, but all had a musty smell. Continue reading India’s Ellora and Ajanta Caves
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I headed north with an empty feeling at leaving the Tamil family whom I will be forever grateful. Continue reading Mumbai – a different world from the south
I returned by ferry to India, leaving behind the blood bath that was taking place and would continue for decades. I forgot about Lanka, after gratefully returning to Rameswaram.
But the cycle continued…
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The Sinhalese believe they are the superior race. In spite of the Veddha (the first people of Lanka), the Sinhalese believe they are the original inhabitants of the island for over 2500 years. Unlike the Tamils, they claim they have no other motherland even though they came from Bengal. They believe everyone else is there to exploit the country. Continue reading One hundred years of hatred