"You're going in May?"
The travel agent needed to confirm what she thought she heard, but didn't make sense.
We don't like to stand in lines.
Taking the much hyped culture shock of India seemed way too easy. We figured we'd take all those sights, sounds, smells, and touch, bundle 'em up, put 'em in the oven of India's summer, and crank it up to a "freakin' hot" (in the words of my friend Kranthi Yemula) one hundred and five.
And then, check out the culture shock.
Cause my girl looks good in rivulets of sweat.
The agent booked the tickets.
Delhi is a city of thirteen million, but if it's too hot for the tourists, we should have the place to ourselves. Right?
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