The feel of South Mumbai, exotic art shops, Leopold (of Shantaram fame) and other bars and eateries, crowded tourist population, tatoo makers, colorful street shops. You cannot miss the energy and vibes in the air. Oh how much I love Colaba!!
While I was thinking all this, walking along the streets of Colaba, and trying to take it all in, I saw a blond, very young girl. Wait! I saw a blonde, very young, beggar girl !! I looked again, and again. And yes, she was blonde. And definitely a beggar. Although with a brown skin. She was with two other Indian kids and a young woman. All of them eating off someone's leftovers. There seemed to be some similarity in the features of the young woman and the little girl. Who was she? How was she here? Was she really the daughter of the young woman? I observed from the side and they did seem like a family.
Maybe the young beggar woman had fallen in love with a run-away poor foreigner living in slums (like Shantaram) and had this girl. Maybe one day a good, gentle, solitary tourist, returning from a bar, had seen this woman being sexually assaulted by a street urchin and had saved her. And taken her to his hotel to protect her. Somehow resulting in a steamy night and this girl. Maybe she was just raped by a violent foreigner. Or maybe the woman was a sex worker and had the girl with one of her foreign customers.
I sighed. Whatever it was, luck was not in favor of this blonde. What do you think could be her story?
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