When I surrendered the locker there was hardly anything worth carrying home. This must be the fate of the Indian middle class that either chose honesty as a desirable way of life or did not get an opportunity to be dishonest. At shopping enclaves, only the loud and the haughty make purchases. People of our class do not any longer dare to look at silks or jewellery. Going out to dine at hotels has ceased altogether.
Foreign cosmetics flood the local markets.
But we tend our faces by rubbing with a piece of bread dipped in milk. The yeast in the bread imparts a glow. Delhi is real. But it seems far away. The news we read do not disturb our complacence.