Lots of people are still asking me about my Indian trip gone wrong. As I reach to remember, I cannot help but think back on the searing sunlight and the way that it played against the rich complexions of those that we glimpsed along the way. The whites of a shirt or the glimmer from a sari sparkled, still sit in my memory. Before I left, I tried to anticipate what it would feel like and grounded a few pages of my sketchbook. These singular people are iconic of the India that I experienced.