Monday, 17 October 2016

Friday, October 14th, 2016

Friday, October 14th, 2016
Mumbai, India

The Pretty Pink Banana Bag

You can imagine the fatigue felt after the 22 km hike around Govardhan Hill.  That length is not new to me.  I used to clear 42 km, but with some breaks, on a daily basis across Canada.  The unique feature about last evening’s walk was—as anyone knows who’s done it—you go barefoot.  The terrain for the most part is sandy and smooth and flat.  Some portions feature broken concrete, eroded paths and tiny sharp stones.  Overall, it was a great reflexology exercise.

I returned to my room for a two hour rest.  The cab arrived at 7 a.m.  I sat in the back seat.  At midway I asked the driver to stop in order to purchase a bunch of bananas for breakfast.  I indulged.  The driver helped.  He noticed I was tossing my banana peels outside the window.  I figured they can do their decomposing in their bio-degradable way.  The driver suggested I don’t do that.

“Slip!  Slip!” he said with his broken English.  I accepted being corrected on this.

“I’m sorry!”

The rest of the peels I saved in the frail but pretty, pink plastic bag the bunch originally came in.  I tied it well and was prepared to dispose of the bundle at the next opportunity, as in an appropriate garbage bin.  The driver took the banana peel trash in the plastic and tossed it out so swiftly that I couldn’t react in time.  He threw it over into the ditch; hence, there won’t be a “slip!’  I was appalled that he put the garbage out to contribute to the trash culture.  I was annoyed and let him know.

“God will not be pleased!”

May the Source be with you!

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