Bananas

bananas

Life in small town, small city India is still quite charming. Sure, there is the thrash lying around, the smell of stool in the air, cows wandering about etc. But, the charm is in the still slow speed of life. People still have time for each other. Another thing that could be a draw back is that you recognise people - be it the lady selling vegetables at the street corner, the guy selling trinkets and hair clips that Vrinda wants to check out every time we walk by, the man selling pan (that he preparing at the street side), the fruit vendor and the pan handlers. Right across from where we are staying is a little dive that serves decent dosas etc. However, every morning right around 10 or so a band of kids, and some ladies carrying babies, attack vulnerable passer bys. They know who to go for. I am not in the habit of giving cash to kids - so I made it a point to buy them some fruit. These kids aren't starving because the temple which is about 50 meters away serves simple south indian fare to anyone, everyday. So, instead of change, bananas it is .