The Nawab Who Loved Food

Part no 2.

 

The fair haired beauty from the foothills of the Kashmir mountains he ensconced on the top floor; the dark-haired, dark-skinned woman from the foothills of Tipperah he lodged in the lower portion of the house. The ceilings were high so the fair-haired one from the mountains of Kashmir did nit suffer too much the heat of the bangle summers. just when the heat threatened to become unbearable and the punchy pullers grew wet with sweat as they pulled frantically to stir the air so that the fair –haired one would not wilt in the humid heat, the rain broke. Like barber who longed for the snows of Kabul and its watermelons, the fair–haired one longed for the cool breezes of her mountain home and the freshness of her mountain streams. But she was fated never to return to the home she had left. And truth to tell. She was not too badly off. The tailors and weavers of Bengal embroidered and wove dresses that, even if they could not compare with the bright colors of her native dress, were cool and comfortable and more exquisite than the rough wools of her native village.