Greetings From India

Greetings from Delhi, India. Though it’s only been one full day, I feel as if I’ve been here for weeks. By the time our 16 days here are over, I may feel I’ve been here for a full year. Already, we’ve seen much of Delhi, with its  colors and cows and chaos!

It’s a land of juxtapositions. The serenity of temples and gardens only steps away from the craziness of the streets  - a symphony of beeps and horn blasts, bikes and scooters and people and anything goes. Who ever heard of lane lines? Turbans and saris, culture and color and religion, juxtaposed with road rage and desperate poverty.

I’m asking a lot of India over these next two weeks. I’m hoping to come away with an approach for this book  about  Gandhi, which I would like to write for 3-5^th graders (thank you again SCBWI for the grant!).

And personally, I’m asking India to help make me whole again, this writer who had such personal upheaval that she hasn’t written in over 4 months. India can’t bring back the husband who left, but can she help this crushed heart and shattered soul begin to grow anew. That’s a mighty tall order. But there’s something magic in this land of color and spice, so we’ll see what happens.