In a place where reaching adulthood through a maze of abject deprivation is a miracle, getting killed for thanking the wrong God makes for extreme irony.
River Kosi bursts its embankments, adopts a new course and floods thousands of hectares of impoverished villages in the dark Indian state of Bihar. The Indian government… watches.
In a country that’s replete with as many sexual assault cases as the number of babies born per minute, heinous crimes are everywhere, but one particular heinous crime has recently stood out from the rest.
“Was it any of my loved ones?” That’s the completely understandable and utterly selfish question of the moment.
By the time I reached Chicago, I was absolutely convinced that I had a new traveling companion, a 5’7 white mallard duck named Travis.