I have a new special interest in the pieces of cloth that auto rickshaw drivers hang from their wing mirrors. You see them all the time and they're almost always lovely, soft, well-washed cotton. They're plain, checked or sometimes (my favourite) a single line of thread in a different colour, running down the length. I saw one the other day that I loved so much I almost asked the rickshaw driver if I could buy it from him, but I thought that might be taking it a bit far. I might have to show you a few more examples before you really understand why I like them. This might be the third chapter of my book.
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