of India. The country of my dreams.
Mowgli, horrifying stories about Kali, Indiana Jones, and movies from childhood, where everyone always dances and sings, even at funerals... As I dreamed of getting into her, unfortunately the passport was delayed and the husband is flying alone.
He asks, what do you bring? I say, bring me Sarri, present!
Well, the fact that he forgot to buy tights under the sarri is normal. All men are brothers.
But the fact that both saris were the same confused me. When the euphoria of overwhelmingness has ended, I ask:
Why are they the same, dear?? to
When I chose, the seller asked for whom. I said for my wife. And then he asked what such a respectable gentleman would take for a mistress? I was ashamed to admit that I did not. and :)