The cheese in India is a sad, unsatisfying story. It is an inevitable conversation for every traveller. At some point you have to give in and sit amongst a circle of people carefully announcing types of cheese staring wistfully into the distance or glumly, disconsolately at the ground or a menu. At every name everybody will nod thoughtfully, maybe sigh or quietly comment their appreciation. Its a painful affair but its good to let it out and remember that you are not alone. I’ve done it three times. I’m getting pretty good at it and must be progressing through the ranks to some sort of Senior Cheese Grieving status by now.