Wednesday, April 5, 2006

Wah wah wah...

This weekend, S went to a garden party, where a fellow photographer showed off the plants on his terrace and somehow convinced S that it would be a terrific idea to contact his malli (gardener).

Monday morning, our doorbell buzzes. I still have sleep in my eyes, and I don't speak enough Hindi to interact with whomever is seeking baksheesh today, so S heads outside while I retreat to the bathroom.

He bursts back into the bedroom.

"We've got a gardener!"



"Where are we going to get a garden?"

Indeed, we're paying a man to take care of nonexistent plants. C501 residents, single-handedly reducing Delhi's unemployment rate.

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