Holidays in India did not seem strange ideas, because Jennifer and I had long wanted to fast this country. More precisely, it was Jennifer, my girlfriend, who wanted to go there, but I did not have much desire. I did not understand what could be interesting there. This is a poor dirty country with crime. I postponed this trip as long as possible, but in the end Jennifer persuaded me and we flew to Bombay.<br />The first impression of the city justified my expectations. There were some Indians who were wearing their weird cheap clothes. They were all talking loudly and it was very uncomfortable for me to be here. Especially annoying were the ringless car horns on the road and the chaotic movement. And only Jennifer was delighted, she told me more and more plans about how we will visit all the sights and it turns out she even met a local family here.<br />The Jahmapur family was not rich, but it was not poor by the standards of India. But it still seemed to me that I ended up in some cheap motel on the outskirts of the city, although they thought it was good housing.<br />They welcomed us warmly, my girlfriend studied Hindi a little and was so pleased that she could apply her knowledge here. And I ... well, I tried to support her and look pleased, but I did not succeed and many here began to look at me strangely, although they still smiled<br />The first day finally passed and Jennifer and I wanted to go to sleep, but we were placed in different rooms! Jennifer just smiled, and I was beside myself with rage. I wanted to send them, but they said that it was so customary in their family and that before the wedding the guy did not sleep with the girl in the same room!<br />I just wanted to turn around and fly away, but Jennifer laughed and I calmed down a bit.<br />The night passed and the next day we went to the local beach.<br />Today it was the same as yesterday, but the Jahmapur family looked at me more and more strangely. I did not understand what they were talking about and was only more angry.<br />...<br />"Hey, Mike, come on, I&#8217;ll take a picture of you with mom Nafisa! She&#8217;s a nice woman, come on, please!"<br />I reluctantly walked over and hugged this woman by the shoulders, she whispered something in my ear, but I didn&#8217;t understand anything, I just continued to smile. Jennifer pressed the button on the camera and ran to us.<br />"You are so cute! Here is a photograph."<br />She gave me a picture that had not yet appeared, but I didn&#8217;t understand a word what she said. I thought she decided to speak Hindi again<br /><br />Part 2:&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/posts/38340129">www.patreon.com/posts/38340129</a><br />Part 3:&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/posts/38340129">www.patreon.com/posts/38340129</a><br />Part 4:&nbsp;<a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/posts/38340129">www.patreon.com/posts/38340129</a><br /><br /><span>If you like my captions and want see a continue or other stories please support me:&nbsp;</span><a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/greentg">www.patreon.com/greentg</a>