Britt and I headed to Dharamsala on the local bus with the intention of getting kurtas tailor-made. We had a short dhaba stop for some chai and were met with a rediculous offer from a man to buy some "precious" stones.
We finally found a man who sold fabric and tailored it. Obviously, with Indian Stretchable Time it would be a day-and-a-half till the kurtas were ready. After much questioning: "Do I look like a carrot?" "Do I look like a plain jane?" we both decided we really liked them. Ooh, kurtas and bindis.........
We finally found a man who sold fabric and tailored it. Obviously, with Indian Stretchable Time it would be a day-and-a-half till the kurtas were ready. After much questioning: "Do I look like a carrot?" "Do I look like a plain jane?" we both decided we really liked them. Ooh, kurtas and bindis.........
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