I love Canada. I miss the heat of India, the food, the house lizards on the walls, the musicals on the silver screen, the cows wandering the streets, the crows cawing, even the talk of cricket matches, but I love Canada. It is a great country much too cold for good sense, inhabited by compassionate, intelligent people with bad hairdos. Anyway, I have nothing to go home to in Pondicherry. |
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| food, walls, silver screen, streets, the crows cawing, cricket matches, love inhabited intelligent hairdos. Anyway, nothing Pondicherry.
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