Twitter India

27Mar09

In the spirit of Twitter, here are a selection of Indian snapshots from the last few weeks, all 140 characters or less. I scribbled some down in my Moleskine, others I see so often they’re permanently imprinted in my memory.

I think saris are shields that women, like my maid, pull over their heads when talking to someone of a higher caste. Or a man.
A rickshaw driver — the human powered kind — told me he makes 100 rupees a day. Renting the rickshaw costs 45. Profit: $1.25
The fruit vendor and I are on a smile and wave basis.
It rained today! I can breathe again.
The ice cream cart also sells processed cheese.
Found salad dressing. It costs the same as a nice dinner out.
I live next to Butterflies. http://www.butterflieschildrights.org/home.asp
Speaking English with an Indian accent helps you to be understood.
Poor village women who cannot afford jewelry have it tattooed on their wrists and around their necks.
Chai MEANS tea.
Spotted on my run today, Indian hipster wearing cowboy boots under her bustled sari.
I run on the left side here.
There is one woman auto-rickshaw driver in Delhi. One.
I live at U3. U as in umbrella, not unicorn.
Stuff here can be sweet AND salty. Lime Soda, for example. And a sponge cake dessert that I think was called Doodh Pak.
If a vendor doesn’t have enough small change, I’ll get candy. Like today: 3 little Cadbury eclairs instead of 3 rupees. I obviously win.

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