When I first arrived in India as a 21-year-old, back in 1991, I had a strong feeling that I had been there before. Which is strange given that I grew up in central Victoria, and had never really been anywhere.
I lived in India for four years and ever since, I’ve gone back at least twice a year. The love affair has grown. I think I’m the best version of myself there. Somehow I stand taller. I think I’m funnier. My skin is definitely better. And because I’m spending more time there, I think that I will die in India.