Grown up in India - my very first salwar kameez
Sweet new Indian friendLinda hustles me out on the breezy, battered window-less dust-filled bus to buy material for my first Salwar Kameez. In a big local store way out of town -packed with women (and quite a few chaperoning men ) shopping for their salwars and sarees - she advises me on what to buy, obviously enjoying all the attention given to her as the 'owner' of this pale skinned, pale eyed foreigner. After helping me choosesome gorgeous blue silks she mutters under her breath ' And do you want to buy a brace'? 'A brace?' Wondering if it's something to do with the way I walk, I foolow her into one corner where she plucks a box from a high shelf and lets me peek at the pristine white edge of an an upholstered, bolstered playtex thingy that looks like a throwback to the 1950's, inside. "Oh you mean a bra,' I blare loudly. 'I dont wear one - its too hot!" Silence settles like lead as images of my wanton foreignbers uncvontained breast float in the air. Everyone swivels to stare at me and Linda, flushes bright red, as she hustles me out into the street....To be continued--
Heidi Fuller-love Travel/food/lifestyle writer/photographer, contributor to more than 70 travel publications worldwide.