Few of my friends visited us from India last month.
Friends who shared my Indian cities, my language and a common disgust towards my puns.
And now they were coming to Prague.
My very good friends. Now my very first guests.
It was their first time in Prague.
It was their first time in Europe.
For one, it was her first time out of India.
It was great.
I could speak in Hindi. I could sing in Hindi. I could crack jokes in Hindi.
Hell, I could even abuse in Hindi.
But they were tourists.
So they loved tiptoeing on each cobble of the street.
They went trigger-happy with their cameras in Prague Castle.
And ‘Pilsner’ was one of the only Czech words they learnt.
It was an Indian invasion in Prague.
But it was Indian nonetheless.
Soon, conversations about cobbled streets silently meandered towards the potholes on Indian roads.
Prague Castle gave way to Taj Mahal.
Pilsner Urquell rubbed shoulders with Kingfisher.
No matter where the Czech sun rose, the shadows were distinctly Indian.
In the end, they may have spent a fortune coming to Prague.
But for me, it was the cheapest flight back home.
2 comments:
"Pilsner Urquell rubbed shoulders with Kingfisher"
hahahahaha, this didnt happen to me, hopefuly...:-)))
I am also first time ever in Prague, what a beautiful city! I know we only scratched the surface of what to see, but I was amazed by the churches and the castle... The city is incredibly beautiful, and there is history at every turn. I didn't even get through half of the castle, so I just have to go back! Lots of pictures, I'll create a Tabblo once I'm home (where the cable to my camera is...)
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