THE INDIAN CULTURE

In Quest of My Culture

In Quest of My Culture

It is early morning. The cloud is a bright blue, the air smells fresh. A man sleeps at the sidewalk. He has a single piece of cloth tied round his waist. He has his arms emaciated. Ants crawl on him. Girls clad in white shalwar and blue shirt uniform walk at the edge of the road, as if the uncontrolled traffic does not affect them. Women avoid pollution that is everywhere. They have their faces and noses covered as they drive their scooters. A mandir rings a bell indicating the ...