Mothers of the Ganga
A short story
‘How much?’ Cecilia asked.
The young boy, in white vest and torn jeans gave her a flicker of a scan. His reading was clear: middle-aged woman, expensive sunglasses and silver bangles… equals many rupees.
So what? Many tourists got angry over a few extra coins. She heard their loud voices everywhere, unable to accept they paid more than the locals. Then why…