You can keep it down" I pointed to the floor, "let's get some tea before we check in?" I offered.
His lips curved into a smile behind his thick moustache as he bought down the luggage, waving off my offer. "Thank you madam" his gaze intent and determined but I still walked up to him with a cup which he took from my hand, not to be rude I guess and took a sip. " Not as sweet as my Mariam used to make" and gulped down the rest of it as if it were a shot of whiskey.
We walked further down the road as we crossed a garden of bougainvillea, "Aren't they beautiful?" I chirped to which he answered "Not as beautiful as my Mariam"
Finally we reached the hotel in silence, I gave him his money and asked " Were the bag too heavy are you shoulders hurting sir" he smiled and replied "Not as heavy as my Mariam" JJ @stories.of.india @portraitsofindia .
Dhordho, Gujarat, India