Dear Reader

After traveling to India and parts tropical for so many years, and observing the people of those lands, I came to know them like the back of my henna-tatooed hand. Originally, this NY city girl found little in common with the villagers, whose lives were less hectic and more peaceful than mine had been. But in time, I understood what their silence meant, what a wiggle of the head meant, what a shy smile meant, and how fortunate I was to learn from them all.

When I wrote Indian Sun, Tropical Fog, it was half autobiographical (I was confused during my time in Fiji, and enlightened in India—hence the title) and half fictional. I hope you enjoy it.