While we were taking pictures of each other, their mother returned and prepared for us a cup of the salt tea. I watched as they ripped a fresh chapati and placed the pieces into the tea and then did the same. I can’t say that I cared for the salt tea, but it was quite filling. As a token of appreciation for sharing the afternoon with them, they decorated my hand with mehendi. Politely declining their invitation to spend the night at their place, I thanked them for their hospitality and made my way in the rain back to the hotel. Such warm people, these Kashmiris.
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Thursday, April 26, 2012
Chapatis in my Salt Tea
While we were taking pictures of each other, their mother returned and prepared for us a cup of the salt tea. I watched as they ripped a fresh chapati and placed the pieces into the tea and then did the same. I can’t say that I cared for the salt tea, but it was quite filling. As a token of appreciation for sharing the afternoon with them, they decorated my hand with mehendi. Politely declining their invitation to spend the night at their place, I thanked them for their hospitality and made my way in the rain back to the hotel. Such warm people, these Kashmiris.
Location:
Laripora
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I think the people in India are all pretty friendly by and large. It is such a warm and welcoming country.
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