…..the sitar players were performing.
Indian nights are special. The perfume of the gardens is
heady, the night sky resembles velvet, the stars are so big and hang so low
that they resemble unearthly fruit, and the music is haunting and hypnotic…..
As Jaipur was 174 kilometres away I had calculated that the
trip would take three hours. It took the entire day.
His colourful conversation covered AIDS, war, God and
homosexuality. He asked me what I thought of all four. I have noticed that
Indian men don’t care much for small-talk. They want to get into the deep and
meaningful instantly, and they have not fear about speaking what they call the
truth.
…….Indians are the most sweetly mannered of people….
India was like a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman in a
yellow sari, with bare feet, bone bracelets, and three water-pots balanced on
her head.
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