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

Mid‑July, the heat of a remote Andean village pressed against my skin as I ducked between stalls of bright red…

I was standing in a cramped airport lounge in Nairobi, the hum of distant conversations mixing with the scent of…

I was perched on a rickety wooden stool in a remote Himalayan tea house, the wind rattling the paper lanterns…

I was perched on a rickety balcony in a tea house in Darjeeling, the early monsoon turning the air thick…

In a mud‑brick kitchen on the outskirts of Oaxaca, I was whisking a simmering mole when the scent of roasted…

Every time I set foot in a new kitchen—whether it’s a cramped flat in Delhi’s Chandni Chowk or a loft…

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 standing on a bustling stall in the high‑altitude market of Puno, Peru, the air thin and the scent…

I was crouched behind a stall of chard in a market in Oaxaca, the scent of cilantro swirling, when a…