India is a wonderful country where you can learn new things at every nook and
corner. Filled with vibrant colors and emotions of all sort, people of all ages
can be found on the streets.
Indians are very friendly. You are sure to find them interesting. Their patriotism is beyond measure. Even the fellow who hates himself loves his country. Their culture is something that they treasure so much. Whether they abide with the rules or not, they follow their customs with the greatest sincerity. You will feel a love-filled atmosphere. You will never get lost in India nor feel unloved. There is nothing called as solitude in India.
Just walk along the streets and you are sure to get entertained. People of all sorts, fat, thin, smiling, frowning, tall, short, with complexion ranging from yellow to brown to black. Girls brightly dressed with their faces painted yellow and their neatly plaited hairs and bright flowers tucked in their jet black hairs. Grooming long hair is something that is extremely desired. With black eyes contoured with black kohl and their shy filled faces. Sarees of all sorts with matching accessories especially long dangling earrings that sparkle in the bright sunlight. Boys in their half pants, checking out the girls. They are a great treat to your eyes.
The roads filled with vehicles of all sorts ranging from bullock carts to the latest model cars. The quaint towns with a slight tinge of modern India. The vendors shouting every now and then. The roadside shops where a huge crowd can be seen.
On that particular day, I went to my friend's place to have brunch with her. That day was a very fine one. A pleasant sunny day in which you see happy faces all around. My friend lived in a small village not far from mine. We planned to have our brunch in a roadside chitchat shop. Chitchat shops are very famous in India for their wonderful Indian dishes and of course, they are not hygienic but they are yummy. All sorts of typical tangy Indian dishes, the very sight of which will make your tongue watery.
Indians are very friendly. You are sure to find them interesting. Their patriotism is beyond measure. Even the fellow who hates himself loves his country. Their culture is something that they treasure so much. Whether they abide with the rules or not, they follow their customs with the greatest sincerity. You will feel a love-filled atmosphere. You will never get lost in India nor feel unloved. There is nothing called as solitude in India.
Just walk along the streets and you are sure to get entertained. People of all sorts, fat, thin, smiling, frowning, tall, short, with complexion ranging from yellow to brown to black. Girls brightly dressed with their faces painted yellow and their neatly plaited hairs and bright flowers tucked in their jet black hairs. Grooming long hair is something that is extremely desired. With black eyes contoured with black kohl and their shy filled faces. Sarees of all sorts with matching accessories especially long dangling earrings that sparkle in the bright sunlight. Boys in their half pants, checking out the girls. They are a great treat to your eyes.
The roads filled with vehicles of all sorts ranging from bullock carts to the latest model cars. The quaint towns with a slight tinge of modern India. The vendors shouting every now and then. The roadside shops where a huge crowd can be seen.
On that particular day, I went to my friend's place to have brunch with her. That day was a very fine one. A pleasant sunny day in which you see happy faces all around. My friend lived in a small village not far from mine. We planned to have our brunch in a roadside chitchat shop. Chitchat shops are very famous in India for their wonderful Indian dishes and of course, they are not hygienic but they are yummy. All sorts of typical tangy Indian dishes, the very sight of which will make your tongue watery.
I arrived a little early than we had planned. As I waited for my friend,
my eyes started gazing around. A man caught my attention. I recognized him
easily. He was a well known rogue in that village named Mr. Fierce. The most feared
fellow of that area. But, what caught my attention was that, he was surrounded
by a group of naughty kids. Some were wrenching his moustache and some were
climbing his back. He was so patient. That wasn’t the same Mr. Fierce whom I knew.
The kids were cracking jokes and he laughed heartily. He taught them games and
they played together. Just then, an ice cream van passed by, he bought ice
cream van passed by and he bought them ice creams. Such a stingy man buying the
kids ice-creams that was a big surprise. They were having the time of their
lives. That revived my old memories. The bell of the ice cream van that will
set every child on the street running after it. The kulfi ice that they sell on
the streets. Those different colored ice creams. The petty fights we fight for
those ice sticks. Once again, the sound of laughter brought my thoughts back to
the Earth. He was completely changed. He wasn’t the same felloe whom I knew
before. Even though his appearance was the same, it was his character that was
completely changed. I felt as if he resembled a saint, who changed from a
sinful past and blossomed into something wonderful. It is not so easy for a man
to change completely. It wasn’t a mistaken identity. It was him but
transformed. I got absorbed in my thoughts just then my friend arrived; late as
usual. The first thing I asked her was about Mr. Fierce.
She just smiled and told “Oh! He got married”
Now, I badly wanted to see that girl!