It greeted me New Year’s day, 2018, by nagging me non-stop.
At the garment factory I frequent, a couple of Indian boys visit periodically at the request of their employer (our customer) to perform random quality inspections. With them, they bring their own eating utensils, including plates. They are strict vegetarians and won’t eat off of dishes that have ever served dead animal, even if the remnants have been thoroughly washed off. They also lightly sweep in front of them as they walk so as not to kill any insects. It’s part of their religious culture and belief. Continue reading