by Donna Judd, Fullerton, CA
On March 28, 2009, I stepped off the cruise ship, alone, into the exotic chaos that is Mumbai — nearly 17 million strong — for a memorable travel experience, my first in India. This was the termination point of my cruise from Mauritius, and I hoped to meet Mr. Santosh Sharma, with whom I’d developed a recent e-mail friendship through an international photography group.
After a few sweltering minutes spent ignoring a beggar and aggressive taxi drivers, I met Santosh’s friend, Mr. Shalar, who arrived with a car and driver. He was very kind, but the...
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