The imagined series…did not really fall into place.
It was surreal. He remembered each and everything. Well almost…
The strange shops with quaint, curious lettering in strange shapes. The same misspelt in English…“Ramnarayan Gola vendar”-the ice candy with exotic colors (set his stomach growling but he knew better…They had warned him” Don’t eat anything that looks strange in India), ”Gopichand Paawn Shop” with a fat Seth nodding and welcoming someone with folded palms, smiling a vicious, oily smile…
The phalanx moved on. People with a full gamut of appearances. Some of them stopping by (if only for a fraction of a second) to look at a gora…
“Soni, the silver ornoments shop” How creative these guys could get in misspelling the few English words they knew…”Ruchi Sweats”….
He turned away sickened by the mounds of sweets and flies interestedly buzzing over
them. He mentally turned over pages in his mind in a frenzy trying to match what he had read about
Or Rajahs spewing golden litter on his juggernaut processions…
No dusky hued Indian nymphets dancing to merry Indian drums and trumpets…
....To be continued shortly...
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