Author: Alexandra Thompson

Imagine this: I’m perched on a narrow balcony in a sweltering Delhi high‑rise, the city’s honking chorus below, my work…

Imagine me perched on a balcony in the old quarter of Kathmandu, the city’s incense mingling with the mountain air,…

I was crouched on the cracked balcony of a modest flat in New Delhi, monsoon rain drumming on the tin roof,…

In the middle of an evening in Kerala, I found myself perched on a teak balcony, the air thick with…

I was halfway up the weather‑worn stone steps of a remote Himalayan monastery when the wind stole my breath and…

I was perched on a rickety balcony in a wind‑swept Andean village, the thin white clouds pressing against the stone…

I was crouched beside a flickering oil lamp in a mud‑brick home on the outskirts of Darjeeling, the rain drumming…

I was perched on a balcony in the highlands of Bhutan, the prayer flags snapping like a metronome, when a…

I was perched on a stone wall outside a remote monastery in the Himalayas, the wind tugging at the frayed…

The first time I lifted the heavy ceramic jar from a bustling market stall in Oaxaca, the scent of tangy,…