Walking down the street past sunset. Smelling the aroma of Indian spices and sewage drifting past my nose. The sound of blaring taxi horns, and traffic ward whistles. The sight of hundreds walking through the market collecting their weekly rations.
Splat!
The man in front of me is covered with egg shells and flour that fell from a resturaunt that rest atop a 6 story building standing next to us. After a few brief shouts of disbelief, the man shrugs his shoulders and is on his way. The whole incident lasts no more than several seconds.
If I had been facing the other way, or looking another direction, I may not have seen what happened at all. Don't blink your eye in India - or you may miss out on everything.
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