I grew up in Edinburgh, read English at Oxford and now work in London as a writer and subeditor.
This is my personal blog, which I started in India.
This blog began in India…
In June 2008, I left Oxford in a black cab headed East.
I spent three happy weeks in southern India in the company of friends. For the next six weeks, I taught English and arts and crafts in a girls’ school run by the Sambhali Trust in a small village in the Thar desert, western Rajasthan. I was to fly home for my graduation ceremony in October.
But October came and went, and I remained in India. Godparents were written to, apologised to, and reassured that I would, in the near future, graduate, and they would be invited to the event (tea at the Randolph included).
Then Christmas came and went, and I remained in India. Relatives were written to, apologised to, and sent beautifully hand-stitched, wax-sealed cloth parcels (pretty trinkets included).
My experience of India, and the village that held me (voluntarily) captive, I recorded each day in what is now a large stack of journals. My blog posts are distillations of those entries and my thoughts on the people, themes and habits that revealed themselves to me slowly, over time.
(This explains the name “I Swim Chapati”.)