After spending some time in one of my new favorite cities, Mumbai, I boarded a local bus back in my district, still in a big city state of mind. So I was rather perplexed when a youth 3 seats down from me (not older than 23), on catching my attention, didn't ask me where I was from (which is the standard question). No, he told me to cover up. His modesty had been outraged by a centimeter of skin showing between my jeans and my sweater, which must have become visible why I was settling into my seat.
On the up side, the taxi-driver here didn't really try to rip me off. So there are up sides and down sides.
More to mind-boggling Mumbai in the days to come, right now I need a shower and some sleep.
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