Stare

Growing up I was taught not to stare, it just wasn't polite.

In Delhi, I get stared constantly. I'm sure it's because I don't look like or dress like everyone else, but it is still very disconcerting.

What I've noticed lately is that I stare right back, I hope I can break that habit next time I'm home.

When I'm in the nice, air conditioned car driving through Delhi and being stared at by people who live in tents and lean-to's along the side of the road I can't help but think I'm living the lyric from One Republic's "Stop and Stare"

Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're here not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair

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