The first thing I notice when I come to Kolkata from San Francisco is not the heat. Or the smog. But the noise. A survey a couple of years ago found that at 10 major crossings the horn count average per day was a whopping 107392 per day, that’s over 70 honks per minute. Cars and buses loudly flout No Horn signs around hospitals and schools.
Some drivers are honking because a pedestrian, or a cow is jaywalking, or another car is turning without a signal or just because.
It's election week in New Delhi and politicians are in a soup. An Indian onion soup to be precise. Onion prices have been so high the opposition party has gleefully plastered pictures of Onions on billboards and bus stands to remind the voters where it’s hurting.
Immigrants often feel much lonelier mourning the far away death of someone who was dearly beloved – a writer, an actor, a sportsman. But a singer is different. In the days before the Internet, singers were the only parts of our growing up that we could carry with us into small towns across America. They were portable. They came on cassettes, the plastic covers cracked by the weight of our journeys.