Thoughts from Mumbai

Back in Mumbai after a year and a half and as always it is such an amazing (for want of a better word) expereience. It seems like it gets more and more crowded. Everytime I come back I think that there is no more room - every inch of space must be taken u p with people and cars, but no - it gets more crowded! A taxi ride is indescribable - cars honking and driving within a couple of inches of each other.
We seem to have spent a lot of time in taxis and have had many very interesting conversations with the drivers. The conversations always get very deep very quickly - questions of life, its futility , the hopelessness of it...
we have been able to share our lives and our faith with many of them . More on this later.
My time at the computer is up and there is someone waiting to chech his mail.
Will be back!

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