She was hurrying to the bus stop like any other Indian girl catching a bus to work. One look and you know she’s not just comfortable in Indian clothes, she lives in them. There’s none of the stiffness and awkward self-consciousness we all radiate when trying out clothes we don’t usually wear.
But for her hair and skin color, she could pass for an Indian. And for all I know, she is Indian. This city has a surprising number of expats who have elected to stay on.
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