Standing with a disgusted look on his face was a Sikh. He held a piece of paper towel in one hand and his glasses in the other. It was just moments ago that some ' Bergdohle ' dropped its dropping on the glasses while flying by. The person was furious. The wife tried pacifying him down..."Achha chalo bhi... ab to ponch lo"
"Woh to Uur gaye aab kiski ponchu?..." replied the man furiously.
At a distance there was another couple trying to go over the safety rope just for the hang of the thrill while the sign clearly read 'Danger. Do not cross'.
The wife was skeptical..."Accha amader ki okhane jetei hobe... besh to ekhanthekei chobi tuliye ni na..."
"Arrey kicchu hobe na dekho na koto lok gechey..." replied the confident husband.
Moments later the husband falls spreadeagled on the slippery snow and the wife retorted "Besh hoyechey tomar sob byaparei barabari..."
Then there was another group of very familiar looking features... the language I could not understand..."....Ninneda ....ille" and what not... looked like South Indians. One of them even smiled and waved at me...
Sparsely I got to see some fair skinned people.... mostly I felt I had been visiting the Hardwaar temple...
I never thought this would be the state of affairs when I stood at the Top of Europe but everywhere you go there is always a Bengali, A Sikh and a South Indian.
3 comments:
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Splendid!!! This always happens wherever you go isn't it?????
Indeed... Just so true..
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