When Shivaji Das travels, he is as likely to end up chatting with the crew on board a container ship to Hong Kong as he is to be talking to impoverished diamond miners in South Kalimantan. Even a seemingly innocuous stroll in Melbourne turns into a search for what he terms “the leftist heart of the city”.
For the India-born writer who now calls Singapore his home, travel is an opportunity to seek out and listen to other voices. These include people as varied as Nepalese security guards in Malaysia, street artists in Morocco, female boxers in the Philippines, Buddhist monks in Singapore, and homeless communities in Mumbai, India.