The Way of Kindness: The Man Who Boiled My Noodles

When I woke up at 3 a.m. just two days after returning to India, I knew the churning in my stomach could mean only one thing: Delhi belly.

I had spent three months in India the year before, three months during which I fell hopelessly in love with the country while also becoming intimately familiar with the ailment that most often befalls its visitors.