Re: INDIA, INDIA - In several parts
We were there over Christmas and it was wonderful. Christmas eve we walked across to a makeshift church on the beach, where a choir of children, the girls in shiny frilly dresses with flowers in their hair, the boys all in miniature adult suits and ties, sang sweetly all our familiar carols, with the gentle splash of waves as accompaniment. Trees along the coast were strung with paper decorations, small fairy lights adorned the branches and the warm winter night carried the scent of jasmine. We felt privileged to have shared the experience and strolled back to our damp room happy and at peace and for once not missing our dhal at all.Re: INDIA, INDIA - In several parts
Our last sight of the family was Elvis, holding his brother by the hand, mum peeping at us from under her fringe and grandpappy balancing teddy on his wild hair, dignified and yet oddly mad at the same time. What more could you wish of a grandpappy?Re: INDIA, INDIA - In several parts
Wandering one of Mumbai’s many markets my husband decided to buy a packet of underpants, as you do when your supply is running low. The cost for three pairs was around £1. He paid, we wandered off. Rounding the next corner we heard the slap slap of flip flops running after us. A panting stallholder accosted us, shouting, looking anxious and gesturing to my bag. Luckily for us, an English speaking Indian intervened, spoke sharply to the man who eventually hurried off. It turned out, he thought we had run off without paying, which worried us and also brought home the hardship these people had to endure and the importance of every coin.Re: INDIA, INDIA - In several parts
Eccles, you are a star, a very good read. I felt as if I was there with you.Re: INDIA, INDIA - In several parts
Re: INDIA, INDIA - In several parts
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