First Impressions of India: By Paige Andrews
Wednesday, August 15th, 2012On the evening of July 16th, I stepped out of Gandhi International Airport into muggy New Delhi, and my glasses became foggy instantly as sweat began to bead on my freckled forehead. My vision was impaired, but my sense of smell was certainly intact. Coming from a family of several generations of brick manufacturers, I knew immediately what Delhi felt and smelled like to me: a brick kiln, which was firing clay [and perhaps the contents of a dumpster]. As I used my trembling finger to swipe my lenses clean, I was immediately overwhelmed the warms of people coming, going, and simply being.
