Size Matters

India is home to over a billion people, after staying in Mumbai for nearly a week, I think they all live here! Everything is crowded and cramped. Decrepit buildings are like hamster cages. You have to leave the main street in order to walk down a wet, smelly, narrow alley, stepping over cats and trash to a door holding in the cool air, then crawl up a spiraling rickety metal staircase with a fire pole as a rail in order to arrive at a miniature room called an Internet café. Jeni and I are absolute giants. We tower over women and men alike, have to squeeze through door ways, duck in order to not hit our heads and, in general, we cannot buy most of the clothes and shoes from vendors on the streets. We are even too long for our beds. Jeni has it worse than I do for sure. There are so many people here in such small spaces that it is common to see people sleeping in every nook and cranny, families eating lunch sitting in the street, men getting their faces shaved by razor on street corners. In general, life is very much in the open (or lack there of).

Godzilla, oops I mean Jeeni