SOUTH ASIA - A TOE IN THE WATER
Through my porthole I could see a multitude of small lights – yellow, orange, white – glittering and shimmering in the evening mist. A Summer wonderland perhaps? As the landing speed reduced, I noticed the lights were spread over undulating ground on either side of the runway. A few years later I would walk amongst that myriad of tiny lights, to realise it wasn’t evening mist, but smoke from a thousand small cooking fires, that I saw on my first arrival in India. The runway was in effect a long flat valley, between crowded slums.