I didn’t go to India to find a teacher. A guru. But I met one, and her name was Chiti.
A visual and musically ecstatic experience, this is the story of my homegirl Chiti.
When I first heard about My Homegirl Chiti, I thought I was hearing a joke told with an expert poker face. Over time, it became clear the joke was on me, as this was clearly a leela in the making. Beware: this leela may include you, and you may find yourself in another part of the world, behind the wake of a fine trail of incense that lingers long after the story has been told.Chris F.