Chronicles from the land of the Apples - Part Deux
First impressions of the city that never sleeps is that it does sleep! You see I am not in the Manhattany part of town. I am in Brooklyn which would be to NY what Hosur is to people from Bangalore or worse still, Hoskote (snigger snigger to that one person).
And Brooklyn tucks in, early that too. When I walk around for dinner, heading to a watering hole nearby and then walk back from there, all I see are lonely stretches of road. Once in a while, you would have someone walking their dog but otherwise nothing that is living. Not even a street dog, which is a pity since some of them could be ideally friends when I am bored!
Yesterday, there was one lady who kept telling me that her mother had passed away and she was trying to fill gas and she wanted 20 dollars. Not looking like she had a car around in the direction she pointed in, I very politely and patiently explained to her how I did not have any money since I was living in that nice hotel and I had left everything in the room. It did work and I did walk off without paying anything but not without a pounding heart. Hey, people told me all these stories of how Brooklyn is famous for thugs waiting to show you that knife/gun and take all your money.
Part 3 will be on living the Indian life and I am already thinking up a Part 4 on the family holidays!
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