

Pondicherry, India
It's the rainy season, and this year there is a cyclone the likes of which nobody has seen for fifteen years. A couple of village houses has been swept into the sea, and the men keep pulling trees off the roads. The orange earth blends with the rain and leaves puddles for everyone to walk in - leaving an orange trail wherever they go. The roads are in many places only dirt roads, and driving on them now is like sitting in a bumpy car in an amusement park. The ele...