Rainbows and Sunshine
As soon as I stepped off the plane into Delhi, beads of perspiration formed on my forehead and my skin was covered in a film of heat and dust. I’d been warned about the huge crowds of people I’d get lost in, the poverty I would encounter, the adventures I would embark on, but nothing could have prepared me for the 115 degree heat. I was so grateful to see my Mom’s cousin – my Masi – in…

