Tuesday, January 08, 2013

As the cold wave grips Delhi, makeshift shops selling assorted winter-wear dot the streets. I finally decide to invest in a pair of hand gloves. In stand in front of a shop manned by an elderly gentleman and wave my bare palm. He gets the hint and says: “Saab, aap ko ‘Dastane’ chahiye?” For a second, I’m flabbergasted. “Dastane? Sarang Dastane” I say, “No. Not particularly.” How would I suppose to know that they call gloves dastane here?

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