She found a taxi wallah, a kind old man dressed in a tattered lungi who warned us of bandits who kidnapped women during the night and stole from tourists. She wanted to make sure he was someone she could trust, someone who would not rape or rob us. She dragged me along as she approached taxi after taxi outside the airport and peered into each car to assess the driver. A private car must have been too expensive. Possessed with a mad sense of urgency, my mother’s next plan was to find a taxi. Madurai was the nearest airport to Kodaikanal, only 120km (75 miles) from where Sathya Sai Baba resided. We were visiting India from the United States and had been in Mumbai for two weeks. She ran through the Mumbai airport and checked each airline.
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