Waiting to pull out the driveway, I see a young Indian girl walking slowly along the street, approaching my front garden. She is remarkably willowy and has an intelligent face with delicate features. She wears a sari of tangerine and chocolate as though she just stepped out of a 1970s cookery book. She is walking slowly, reticently, aware of each step. Her arms cross her stomach and her hands rest on her hips. She is lost in troubled thoughts. I have the urge to open the passenger door and invite her in. “I’ll tell you mine”, I’ll say, “And you can tell me yours”.
From the comments –
LOL, it’s a sample of a man reading off of a Chinese restaurant menu: We have tasty baked chicken, and white rice, and steak with potatoes; lettuce and tomato salad; ice-cream and lemon tea, etc…
Oh, please let that be true!
Do you get this?