dig it on black

 

I'd spent the day on a shikara going around Dal Lake, and had barely begun to put a dent in the big box of cherries I bought that morning at the waterside fruit stand, so when I saw these kids running alongside the boat, the girls trying to sell me flowers they'd picked and the boys simply smiling and waving hello, I tossed them a bagful of my cherries. Clearly, they were quite excited.

 

Retrospectively that seems really colonial.

 

The girl in red pants was pushed to the side by the others, so I threw her a handful while the four were fighting over the contents of the bag.

 

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