Upon touching down in Udaipur, Rajasthan, taking the pre-arranged cab to our hotel with our light-eyed, round-bellied guide, Mayur, I half-fell asleep in the backseat, opening my eyes occasionally to the coos of my parents and flashes of still, glass sheets across deep blue skies. As we traveled this winter through India for three longContinue reading “My Home That Doesn’t Whisper: A Photo Essay”