‘I remember you from last time! Last time you buy very much for your wife!’
From my seat in the rickshaw I glance up at the rearview mirror to be greeted by a wide grin. It is clear that telling the driver that I am neither married nor bought anything on my visit here (to the Jaipur Literary Festival) last year will make no difference.
‘Yes you buy very much! I remember! What you take back for her this year? Jewellery?’
‘A clean soul,’ I reply, half sarcastically, the words falling out of my mouth before I know what I am saying. Continue reading