A continuing list of moments that just feel like *India*, in all of its divine chaos.
1. Squeezing 5 girls into an autorickshaw, roaring down the ECR (East Coast Road) around 11pm, tail lights blazing in our faces. I got to sit criss-cross-applesauce on Alex’s lap.
2. With Nassi, sneaking into/being invited to the cultural program of the Microfinance Conference at the university here. The program was across the street, at a beach resort. Students performed traditional dances, sang songs in Hindi and Malayalm, played Beethoven on a keyboard—all with one or two days’ notice.