“It sounds like you didn’t like it there.” This was a new friend’s response after he asked me to explain what living in northern India had been like. Perhaps he concluded that because of my description of the sights and sounds and smells of living above a slum community… Or perhaps it was after I explained the struggle of adjusting to the poor air quality, unsanitary water, and vastly different cuisine… It also may have been his conclusion after I told him about the everyday event of witnessing men peeing on the side of the trash-strewn road while their eyes followed my every move… If you look at my life…