I smear some white butter over the alu paratha – a stuffed wheat flatbread. It has just come out of the tandoor. The butter makes glistening circles on the bumpy surface.…

India is people and packed places. India overwhelms you as soon as you step out of the air-conditioned airport. India is smells and sounds. A canvas of rushing humanity – bodies…

It was a baby. No more than a month old. Ten small fingers and toes. Lying face up to the morning sun. On a sheet of newspaper. In the desolate back…

My daughter’s small hand was moist and sticky. I held it tightly and exited the KLM Jet. We lumbered down the portable stairs and stood on the runway. It was a…