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Tiger Heart: My Unexpected Adventures to Make a Difference in Darjeeling, and What I Learned About Fate, Fortitude, and Finding Family Half a World Away

By Katrell Christie, Shannon McCaffrey

Katrell Christie was once a thirty-something artist became roller-derby insurgent who opened a tea store in Atlanta. slightly years later, her lifestyles could make a drastic change—and so may the lives of a bunch of ladies part an international away.

I selected the identify of my tea shop—Dr. Bombay's Underwater Tea Party—because it sounded whimsical. India wasn't a part of the equation. no longer even remotely. I didn't do yoga. I had no deep craving to determine the Taj Mahal or travel Hindu temples. Indian foodstuff? i'll take it or depart it.

Yet on a whim, Katrell did pass. She witnessed the throngs on the Ganges River, toured the tea fields of Darjeeling, and helped string pearls in conservative Hyderabad. however it used to be in a crowded Buddhist orphanage the place she crossed paths with a few ladies who could swap the process her life.

One evening we had a talk approximately their futures. What did they desire to be after they grew up? They didn't have any solutions. the phobia that ate up them used to be leaving the orphanage. What may ensue at the day they have been requested to collect their issues and leave—to stroll out the door and be on their own in the street with out one to show to and nowhere to go?

With her brain racing approximately their grim futures, Katrell reached the straightforward end that she couldn't stroll away. So as an alternative she walked forward—on a project to assist them in any small means. as soon as again at her store, an concept for the training Tea was once born. by way of promoting tea, cupcakes, scones, and different treats, Katrell raised adequate money to supply existence prerequisites for the girls—safe housing, uniforms, remedy, tutoring, and finally, a school schooling for every of them. thus far, the training Tea has helped 11 younger women who as soon as confronted the bleakest of futures.

Tiger middle recounts Katrell's riveting adventures again to India, during the chaotic streets of Mumbai, to tiny villages with roadside tea huts and scorching samosas, to elephant crossings and snow-capped mountain switchbacks of the Himalayas—an unforeseen backdrop the place she fell in love with a rustic that used to be wonderful and heartbreaking without notice, the place tragedy, humor, resilience and kindness have been inextricably certain. From dodging feral monkeys, to slamming pictures of whiskey to win reputation at an area Rotary membership, to forging lasting friendships with the folk who stepped as much as support her reason, Tiger middle deals a shot-gun seat on an inspiring trek around the globe, taking pictures the essence of India: its quirks, its traditions, and its people.

Fate could have led Katrell to a tiny spot on a map, however it was once a kinship that introduced her again domestic a part a global away. Tiger middle is a life-affirming examine the binds that bind and the facility of every people to make a distinction.

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