I have always had a passion for antiques, for distressed furniture with a dark history, for worn silk carpets - I lost all track of time, therefore, when I visited an antiques shop in Fort Cochin - perhaps Azad had intuited my secret desires -
I gazed upon splendid rocking horses, an ornate litter and bright carvings - a willowy boy kept a very discrete eye upon me -
A tall Englishman with pink cheeks drawled to his Indian companion - The mistake you make, is assuming everyone is as honest as you -
A pale American woman asked the price of a painted screen which depicted positions from the Kama Sutra -
I imagined, for a while, being the turbaned prince, cavorting with my courtesan -
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