I'm sipping papaya juice at a Nepalese restaurant while watching a cricket match on TV. The muzak version of Yesterday that's playing is being drowned out by the road noise of hulking diesel trucks painted circus colors. Motorbikes weave around them, blaring their horns to announce their presence. The occasional tuk-tuk chugs by, spewing noxious …
Indian Feast
Natalie Speakman 