Once a week, I normally make my way down to Little India. This maybe Southall, Birmingham or Leicester. That is the fantastic thing about being a hybrid Indian. I can and do merge into the crowd. I normally wander around the shops looking at the sparkling things. That is the great thing about Little India, everything sparkles and everything is probably gold. Most Indians try and buy a Mercedes Benz and send their kids to private school. I think my own family did things upside down. In the old days, everyone used to test out how many heads fitted into to a Datsun Sunny. You could tell it was an Asian car by the number of heads. These days, you can tell its a Asian car by the fact that you can't see the driver of the Mercedes Benz. It is normally a short Indian lady trying her best to peer across the steering wheel. This is why I walk on foot when I reach Little India. Its safer that way.
One of my pleasures in life in the UK is Channel Island Milk. Bar chocolate, I have no specific vices. I do though love milk.
In Little India, there is a delicacy where Indian sweets [ Mittai] is made with Buffalo Milk. It is the most delicious rich delicacy to hit your taste buds since Haagen Daaz ice-cream. The trick is to tell yourself that for each two pieces you eat, you must ride the exercise bike for 20 minutes. I can of course cope with that. So, it is important to indulge in such things. Before that, I normally make my way to a very small Indian eatery where the plates are cheap but the food is much like being in heaven. For £2.50, I normally munch through a vegetable biriyani while my friends scoff the parathas. So, yes, time off is always important. I love visiting Little India because there are so many things to see, do and eat. For me it is always like walking from a black and white film into a land of colour. While, I am not a sari wearer, neither do I deck myself in gold or own a Mercedes Benz, I think Indian culture has a lot to offer everyone.
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