She joined us for a sleep over with my daughter at vashi....... I went to pick her up...... our conversation started in the Meru cab...... I asked her...... Do you like India? ..... Excitedly she said ....... 'I Love INDIA' ......She looked outside the window...... she said..... she loved.... CROWD..... so many people.......
.. TRAFFIC..... so many cars...... auto rickshaw...... I want to ride one...... a herd of cows bumped into our car...... she tried to touch one.... She thought she was in a ZOO....... She saw old depilated buildings.... chawls ......slums........ garbages oozing out of garbage bins......... large politicians hoardings....... slum urchins begging at signals......... Fish market on the roads...... a hijra tapping my window....... at the signal ........ she said..... what is all this..... I have never seen anything like this ...... in new jersey......... I said........ THIS IS INDIA.......
What more do you like in India...... she saw groups of slum dwellers...... carrying asian paints dabbas........ dulux paints dabbas...... nerolac paints dabbas..... filled with water ……. on the highway.....for answering natures call.......... some of them squatting near the bushes...... with dabbas by their side...... she asked ....... excitedly....... what is this ........ embarassed......I tried to avoid.... I muttered....... paint company sponsored events....... brand building...... advertising....... 
....... She was confused.... she had never seen anything like this in her life...... looking at the squatters....... Bare bottom brothers and sisters of India....... relieving themselves...... in the wonderful.... natural.... loo of India.... she turned to me for answers.....
I said..... IT HAPPENS ONLY IN INDIA.........
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