In the spice market at Shahjahanabad, I found this frail lady sitting guard over some baskets and small metal stools.I think she was selling them. I hesitated, torn between the photo opportunity she presented, and the desire to strike up a conversation.
She looked so fragile that I felt embarassed, hesitant. I was afraid that with my Westernised haircut and very 'modern' appearance, if I talked to her, she would think of me as someone alien, a city memsahib, blind to the realities of her life.
So I turned away, to explore the spice shop near her.
And the opportunity was lost.
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This is shaping up to be a truly fascinating blog. I hope you keep it up!
I run a small endeavour to write about Delhi's offbeat eating joints. Do pay a visit when you have the time! It's called Eating Out in Delhi
I'm blogrolling you there.
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