Malaria madness…fevers, chills and the cookie doctor
In my altered state of malaria-induced fogginess, New Delhi’s Indira Gandhi Airport presented itself as an oblong-shaped mass of concrete and steel, a visually skewed version of the modern airport we had walked through only days earlier. Stepping from the car to the curb, the world spiraled and collapsed around me. I felt nausea wash over me like a monsoon […]
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