BOGOTÁ, Colombia—Two years ago yesterday, I was awakened in Islamabad by an editor in Singapore calling me at 6 a.m. to tell me President Obama was going to make an announcement about Osama bin Laden. “What is it?” I asked blearily. “That he’s been killed,” he said, and waited a beat. “In Pakistan.”
INDIRA GANDHI INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, New Delhi—So check out that dateline. That’s right. I’m at an airport. And I’m about to get on a plane. Do you know what that means? That’s right: reboot! Truly, Nomadly, Deeply will now have a new starting point, to be revealed in a moment. But allow me a digression, Read More
MUMBAI–Apologies to Suketu Mehta, but is there a city ever described with more contradictory superlatives than Mumbai, formerly Bombay? I am overwhelmed by its size, it’s energy, smells, poverty, wealth, generosity, and numbing and cruel disdain all at once. It’s a marked contrast to my last few weeks, which saw me chilling out in Hyderabad,, Read More
I’ve now been in India for about six weeks, and I’ve come to realize that much of what has happened up to this point—fleeing Pakistan, leaving Reuters, landing in New Delhi—has been mostly prologue for The Big Journey that I’ve decided to undertake. It probably sounds strange to think of India—a teeming, continent-sized rising, Read More