Writing Sample
Kalavai, India is the one city on this planet where a piece of my heart remains to this day. This tiny dot on the map of Earth is a place that most do not know about, and wouldn't care about even if they did. Not even native rickshaw drivers have a clue about how to get to this remote village without exhaustive directions.
My journey began at a place where human beings, wild dogs, cows, chickens, goats, trash and sewage all mesh together and coagulate in one single area. All around me was the lovely aroma of Indian spices mixed with every form of filth you can imagine. It's the oddest thing; it really didn't smell bad per say; the Indian cooking outside of every tin hut, and straw house added just enough potency to the mix to make the smell tolerable.
As my rickshaw reached the village, the children ran up to me, embracing me with their dusty arms, burying their sweet little faces in my chest. I embraced them back. These were the "untouchable" children of India.
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