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I am really scared to come to Bombay in orange clothes and Mala. I am working in Bombay Transport Company, a huge organization running buses all over Bombay. Thousands of people are working with me in the main office at Colaba. Whenever I go on leave, I never come back in time.
I don’t face much
problem at home. My father takes it easy—may be because I don’t
depend on him financially. Somehow I gather courage and go to the
office in orange Lunghi and Kurta with a big
long Mala around my neck. Whosoever
meets me, gives me a surprised look. Many think I have become part
of the hippie cult. All my colleagues start
asking questions about my orange dress
and Mala. My boss becomes angry with me for making all this show
business. I feel myself an alien amongst all
these friends.
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