A year in people #88 – the aura reader

It was hot, dusty and noisy. Tuks tuks motored past, children ran past me laughing, animals wandered freely and horns blared constantly. I was in Delhi, browsing a stall selling scarves on one of the main streets looking like something straight out of Eay, Pray, Love. Baggy trousers, tanned skin, wrist full of cotton bracelets... Continue Reading →

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