When I found myself in a hospital bed in Mumbai, India in January 2007, I knew I would write about the experience. I didn’t realize the journey of birthing this book would take eight years, but a thing ripens when the conditions are such that make it so, and not a second before. I was born a writer, although I’ve never done it formally until now. The award-winning tale Learning to Walk in India: A Love Story is my first book. Here’s what it’s about:
Unraveling and alone in India, newlywed Molly Brown is forced to traverse her inner landscape with new eyes while navigating a culture so different from her own in Boulder, Colorado. When a life-altering illness brings her to her knees at age thirty-two, Molly’s long-held dream to travel solo through India is shattered, giving way to a journey of another kind. Set against the vivid sensuality of India’s sounds, colors, smells, and nuanced contours, Learning to Walk in India is a true tale of love, loss, friendship, and the power of the human spirit. Told with unflinching honesty, Molly’s raw and often humorous account takes us on her wild, unforgettable ride as she surrenders to India, to her herself, and ultimately to the unknown, as she learns to walk again.
Ultimately, the subtler tale of the inner journey, of making contact with ourselves in such a way that we discover the vast eternal nature which is always present, whether or not we're aware of it, is the reason for this book. It is what drove pen to paper.