Maybe it’s because we’re girls…or American, or the deadly combination of both, but the lovely Neeha and Sundri (Joseph’s wife) insisted on taking us shopping. In India, it’s a different experience than just running to the mall. The stores are smaller, tighter, and oddly enough, more relational. You don’t just browse. You describe what you want to the shopkeeper and he provides the options. And prices aren’t set. You haggle, which is an art in itself.