travelogue II

Greetings from Ranchi! Here I am, in the capital of Jharkhand, the one time summer capital of British India's eastern zone. It's almost as cold as Delhi, except that's it's less foggy and less polluted.

The one scary aspect about travelling is relatives. In India, meeting an uncle or aunt or grandmother on any other remotely related relative means that they're going to stuff you. Stuff you with food. With sweets. And with an uncanny, manic, sadistic pleasure so overpowering that you promise to do the same to them the next time they come to your place. I'm sure this custom is a conspiracy by the Indian foods and sweet industry.

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