Our water filter stopped working in the evening and I had to rush out to get some water. I went to a nearby shop and did not have the change. The MalayaLi(it was easy to figure that) owner sent his son to get the change from outside and meanwhile struck a conversation with me. I spoke in Kannada and he followed suit in his broken one. He talked about the dishonest dealers and I was sympathetic. Then the boy returned and I took the money, thanked him and was leaving, when the owner asked me if I was from Tamil Nadu. Why the hell did he think that! I regret not asking him.
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