A letter about food, from India

Hello from India!

I’m having an exotic time. I am in the Taj Mahal. An Emperor built it for his wife for love; perfect for St. Valentine Day.

I don’t swallow everything that feed to me; but I like spices, especially curry.

Here, the food is different, for example the bread or the milk. I want a hamburger, a pizza, a salad, a hot dog, a sandwich, potatoes chips, some cookies, ice-cream or chocolate.

People are different, too. They travel over the roof of a wagon of a train. It smells of incense everywhere.

Write to you soon

Mr. G.

P.S: Do you know the film called “Monsoons Wedding”? It a Bollywood film.

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