“I appreciate your visit, but I’m not quite ready for company just yet. Well, since you’re here, you might as well come on in.”
“Follow me into the kitchen; I was just going to make a cup of coffee.”
“Would you care for a cup? It’s instant, but that’s all I have.”
“No? How about a nice cold drink? I have (ahem) an ice maker. See?”
“I agree; it’s not (finger quotes) an automatic ice maker, but it is what it is.”
“Nothing to drink? Suit yourself, but at least let me give you the 10 rupee tour. This is my cook top.”
“No, there’s no oven; it’s my understanding that most Indian kitchens don’t have one. I suppose there’s room for one beneath the cook top, but where would the propane tanks go?”
“Above the sink is our water filtration system. I’m pretty sure the water out of the tap is fine, but better safe than sorry, ya know? Speaking of the tap, just because there are two handles there, doesn’t mean they both work. Apparently the owner didn’t see the need to install a geyser, so there’s no hot water in the kitchen. Remember that coffee pot I showed you? Yeah, I use that when I want to wash dishes too.”
“Over here, to the left of where you walked in, is a window. This is my view. It’s nice, but I need to get some curtains. Not only would it add some color to the drab gray in here, it’ll also keep the neighbors from seeing me walk around in my underwear at night.”
“If you look down out the window, you can see the rooftop of the lower level. They used a mosaic of broken ceramic tiles which I find quite interesting.”
“Anyweird, opposite the window is a door that leads out to an enclosed balcony of sorts.”
“It’s basically a storage area, but our dryer is out there. We couldn’t have it inside because there was nowhere to vent it. Paul opened the window enough to stick the ‘hose’ out, but we have to be careful at night with the light on so the mosquitoes don’t come in, and during the day with the pigeons.”
“Where’s the washing machine? It’s in the bathroom just before you came into the kitchen. It’s a front loader, but it’s not nearly as big as the one I have in the states. I can fit two bath towels, a hand towel and a wash cloth in it, but that’s it.”
“Thanks again for stopping by. I’m sorry you can’t stay longer; but I know it’s a long ride home. Feel free to come again once I’ve had a chance to tidy up the place.”
NOTE: Paul came home from work today with a nice big toaster oven! Wish me luck while I’m converting Fahrenheit to Celsius.
Oops, you noticed the bottle of Bacardi? Well what do you expect, I’m living in India for Pete’s sake.