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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 12, Number 1, March 2018

Angelee Deodhar
Chandigarh, India

By the Sea

Tijuana – we drive over from San Diego into Mexico and I am immediately at home. Walking down the crowded streets where vendors seeing my Indian clothes call out – ‘As-Salaam-Alaikum' or ‘Namaste’ and offer to sell me everything from wicker baskets, cheap curios, silver trinkets, leather belts and lurid postcards. We stop to try the ‘Tijuana Special' – enchiladas, rice and refried beans accompanied by margaritas and Mexican music.

The slums are similar to those at home and the Hidalgo market is a lot like our Indian ones selling sugarcane, vegetables, terracotta pots, ceramic knickknacks, embroidered cushions, skirts and Huipil with exquisite embroidery on them. We buy a pair of large painted ceramic planters for my brother and fill them up with exquisite wine glasses and champagne flutes. I buy myself a few small hand-painted ceramic birds.

On our return, at the border, I turn to look back once more at the sun-baked leathery skin of a cheerful old woman working at her embroidery.

toothless smile –
jasmine flowers
outshine the stars



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