Dec 27th: Pooping Pals
I’m sitting on a nine hour mini bus to Tamil Nadu. The bus door doesn’t close so dust is whirling inside the cabin. The bus was a lazy hour late. Standing on the side of the road I watched a strange thing occur. Right infront of a McDonalds in a middle class neighborhood there was a tent home pitched in the sidewalk. A mother emerged … Continue reading Dec 27th: Pooping Pals