MEETING THE QUEEN OF VARANASI

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  1. I remember the children~ wherever I went I was a parade. They would be at my door and each take a finger to hold and the others would take the hem of my sari in back like a wedding dress and laugh and chant as we walked. A neighbor, an old man with a cane would threaten to beat them if they didnt let go and that would free me to get into the rickshaw. It is so cool to see you enjoying yourself there now. I was 22 and it seems like a dream. I think you can appreciate it all so much more now. In 1968 there were no hotels in Varanasi (altho there was a Dak Bungalow outside Varanasi for tourists left over from the Raj where govt officials would stay. They had oatmeal.) and no such thing as airconditioning. Although we didnt have ac when I left Mpls then either.

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