The forgotten sounds of Navsari

plashed water hitting the cobbled street at dawn. Heavy rain falling on mud baked tiles called gaavthi nulia as distinguished from the much more expensive Mangalore tiles. The gushing waters of Purna river flooding the narrow mohollas. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law duo begging plaintively for food only pre-lunch on Mondays (different days of the week for different mohollas; a clever ploy). Hot tea sipped from a saucer with a loud sucking noise (surokko maari né chai piyéch); hardly anyone drank from the cup and many swore that the rakaabi (saucer) was a wonderful receptacle for cooling the hot beverage and......

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