Voting At Fosterganj

I have never seen so many people in the bazaar. Bunting in the form of rival posters and leaflets is strung across the street. The tea shops are doing a roaring trade. There is much last-minute canvassing. For the first time I learn the names of some of the candidates.The chaos and urgency of an Indian election comes to a sleepy town in the mountains. In the bazaar of a town that he thought was heartless the author comes across the most beautiful human being he has met yet. One unhurried morning at a small branch of a bank a magic oil is handed out. Read these stories and more that bring to life the drama joys and heartbreaks of life in small town India.