Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try to understand each other, we may even become friends. ~Maya Angelou
During my 2nd to the last month in India, I had the opportunity to break bread with a local, who I had always known as Ansari, at his home with his family. It wasn’t until this visit that I learned Ansari is a family name and his good name is Yakub.
He works in my society (apartment complex) and has been gracious to me since the day we met when I arrived in April 2013. He arranged for my cook meeting my preference of someone that can cook both Indian and Western food and communicate in English. I do like Indian food but did not want to eat it every…
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