She was beautiful. As I walked through the market, hurriedly picking out fresh veggies I spotted her and a male companion that I can assume is her husband. She was dressed in her traditional clothes, a knee long blouse that had hand stitched designs and shiny things with a loose pants that matched. She had a long scarf wrapped around her neck that had the same stitching but of a different cloth. Her large nose ring shone in the sun and her long black hair was tied with a ponytail of the cloth of her scarf. I didn't want to stare but I wanted to take her in. She was graceful and intelligent as she showed for produce and I was awestruck. For a moment I wished I was her.
I found the courage to talk to her. I told her I thought she was beautiful and I asked her where she was from. Her accent was thick honey. I want to learn about her world. But it was a breakthrough just to talk to her. Thanks Reema for the advice. Maybe next time I meet an Indian sister I will be able to overcome my shyness and really step forward in friendship. I don't want her and other like her to think that I am rude and prying, because I am sincere.
I googled Punjab... what a place!