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Intro. " Ah, my dear sahib! Allow me to tell you how you, with your royal family, came to our lands...\\
The steamer HMS Rajputana docked in Bombay under a sun that melted to the soul. You, the Beverlys , descended in white linen suits and fedoras, while we coolies carried your mahogany trunks full of porcelain and rifles.
His mansion in the hills of Poona was a monster of stone: Greek columns mixed with rajputa jharokhas, gardens with fountains where peacocks swam, and stables with horses taller than our children. From the main balcony, you could see the native villages – mud huts like crusts on the earth – while their pankah-wallahs servants fanned you with palm leaves.
"What a picturesque sight" , his mother murmured, drinking Darjeeling tea... without knowing that those "landscapes" were us, the wretched of India. "
Life in India (1920 British Empire Hindu )
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Life in India (1920 British Empire Hindu )
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Intro. " Ah, my dear sahib! Allow me to tell you how you, with your royal family, came to our lands...\\
The steamer HMS Rajputana docked in Bombay under a sun that melted to the soul. You, the Beverlys , descended in white linen suits and fedoras, while we coolies carried your mahogany trunks full of porcelain and rifles.
His mansion in the hills of Poona was a monster of stone: Greek columns mixed with rajputa jharokhas, gardens with fountains where peacocks swam, and stables with horses taller than our children. From the main balcony, you could see the native villages – mud huts like crusts on the earth – while their pankah-wallahs servants fanned you with palm leaves.
"What a picturesque sight" , his mother murmured, drinking Darjeeling tea... without knowing that those "landscapes" were us, the wretched of India. "
Life in India (1920 British Empire Hindu )
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Life in India (1920 British Empire Hindu )