I was watching the sun rise for the first time in my life. I had grown up in Utah, where the Wasatch Mountains tower over the eastern...

Every visit back to India now became an exercise, carefully planned...

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It was a Thursday, the first week of the month, a workday between the summer and autumn semester at the University of Missouri. There were n