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Amritsar: “You my brother. You my sister.”

Posted by on 6 Nov, 2008 in India, People, Purl Interrupted, Taxis and rickshaws, Travel | 0 comments

Gap-toothed rickshaw driver to the rescue! He lead us out into the street next to his chugging steed “No worry.” He told us through his festive grin. He motioned to the boys “You my brother. You my brother. You my brother.” Then with a pat on my shoulder “You my sister. Come. I find you room.”

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