Who are you? Where do you come from?

9:51 AM / Posted by li i /

One evening as I was strolling through the small villages on the the edge of the Thar desert, this little girl stepped out in front of me, barring my way. Her younger sister smiled sheepishly from behind her.She was forthright and determined, and started firing questions at me, in perfect English. Who was I? Where was I going? What was I doing out in the desert? after I had answered her questions, apperently to her final satisfaction, she led me down a little path, to home. "My parents have invited you dinner' she announced with a flourish, and there followed one of those delightful impromptu evenings which only ever seem to happen in India.

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