In U.S.A, crossing a road anywhere except the Zebra lines might be fatal.
But for me it was wonderful.
Our parked car and the shop I want to go to were exactly
on opposite sides of the same road.
The Zebra crossing was (according my standard) far far away.
I took chance and walked across the street.
One car sped fast without hitting me. The other car stopped and the lady inside
waited till I crossed the road at my snail speed.
She stopped the car and pulled down her window.
I should have expected some rude words for not following the traffic rules.
Imagine my surprise when she said,
"You look so beautiful in your blue dress! I love Indian fabrics!!"
She was a
mehandi artist and showed me her left hand which
she had decorated with beautiful intricate designs.
She must raking money during the spring, summer and fall.
Everybody loves everything Indian ...except you-know-who!!!
Note:
I was wearing a churidar made from a copper sulphate coloured poly cot sari.
Moral:
Swollen ankles and a fallen molar crown or a walking stick
need not stop you from looking or feeling beautiful.
