Nov. 23 I find myself in an unusual situation. I don’t feel as though I have much to write about! ‘How can that be?’ I hear someone question. ‘You’ve been in India for three months!’ While that statement accurately describes my

Nov. 12 The current ‘batch’ (as they are referred to) of National School of Drama students (20 people primarily in their early 20’s) are enrolled in a one year certificate program during which multiple instructors offer a multitude of classes (yoga,

Oct. 30 I serve as guest faculty for the National School of Drama, Theatre-in-Education wing, Tripura. The main campus of the National School of Drama lives in Delhi. It is considered the premiere school for theatre training in India. The T-I-E

Oct. 24 Bing. Bang. Shout. A morning walla’s staccato cries. Piercing the morning air comes a muffled megaphone of music. Click here for sounds outside my home. The clang of bells for prayer. The caw of ravens searching for breakfast. A slowly building crescendo of

Oct. 15 Starting this blog has proved tricky. I’ve stared at the computer for quite some time. Maybe my lingering sickness has contributed, but it could also be that I have recently moved into a new accommodation adjacent to my hosts

Oct. 7 Leaving Delhi required both my friend and I to rise early, him earlier than I. After he met me at my guest house, we cabbed it to the airport for a final good-bye. I am deeply thankful to him

Oct. 2 As night settled in, we summoned a bicycle rickshaw.  The driver pushed off directly into oncoming traffic, a blur of headlights heading directly in our direction. Despite the rush of adrenaline, we had to let the bicyclist wind his

Sept. 28 I watch where I walk.  I stay aware as I amble along. Despite the focus, it can be easy to step right into the middle of it without even realizing you were heading straight for it.  As the workshop