The Pink City
March 1st 2008 We had decided to vacate Snehdeep with all haste, and in the morning we pack and head off. We are met by a lovely woman and her daughter, and a friendly old man who had been sightseeing in London last summer. We feel guilty about leaving so suddenly, especially as I head outside for a smoke and the daughter follows me. No more than 10 years old, she remarks, in the kind of English that Eliza Dooli
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