First World Tastes. Third World Location.
My name is Leah Franqui and I split my time between Mumbai, India, and the United States. This was not always the case. I used to only be in the United States, which is about 14 hours and several developmental stages away. My homeland is a post-colonial nation where English is widely spoken. The new country I’m spending time in is a post-colonial nation where English is widely spoken. And there, the comparisons end.
I’m a writer, my husband Mr. India is also a writer. And so far, we are all surviving our time Mumbai, between being back in the US.
Join me as I navigate Hindi, Bindis, paan, nan, open sewers, cow manure, many gods, political frauds, spices, rices, slums, rums, humidity, moral rigidity, and of course, as anyone who has been to Asia knows, some really terrible coffee.
Andy Warhol says art is what you can get away with. Well, being foreign can be a little bit that way too. So let’s see what I can get away with. What’s the worst that can happen?
Don’t answer that.