Regrettably, the noise in the market was ear splitting. There were indignant car drivers blasting their horns at the car in front of them, young children screaming and bellowing like a herd of elephants and the continuous ranting of shop keepers. “Roll up, roll up, buy a banana for only ten rupees!” However, it would be all in Indian.
Luscious smells prickled the hairs in my nostrils as I strolled up and down the street. I could smell a putrid whiff coming from over where the cows were lay and felt a bit sorry for them. Why should they be kept in the same place every day? I adored the smell of Indian food wafting through the streets because if I had the choice of an infinite amount of money or a lifetime supply of curry, it would definitely be the curry option. Especially chicken jalfrezi!
Triumphantly, the jalfrezi tasted delectable. It was the best I had ever had and it only cost me 132 rupees (£1.50). It was sweet, sour, spicy and