A couple of nights ago during that early morning nursing I was flipping channels and there was India, in the form of the reality show Blood, Sweat and T-shirts. I recognized the streets of Delhi from the buses. It was all so familiar, yet so foreign. It was unnerving. In many ways living in India feels like a different life.
Of course the fashionistas that star in the series seemed like spoiled crybabies. But I also recognized their various reactions since I feel like I experienced each of them in turn in the time that I spent there. Confusing. Contradictory. Painful. Exhilarating. A bit much for 3am.
