When the days stretch long and hot and saturated with culture, I often yearn for an amber-hued sip of reality.
Serve it up in a bottle with a label as colorful as the country, please.
Just a few days into my first trip to India, I rounded a sharp corner and bumped into this sign. Perfect timing. Minutes before, I'd started visualizing my sweat beads as chilled droplets rolling down the neck of a Kingfisher or Royal Challenge.
When people ask me why I love India, I tell them because India surprises you. Then, I tell the story of how a thirsty traveler longing for a beer happened upon a sign and spent some mind-quenching moments figuring it out.
Sometimes, the written word suffers a culture shock.
Child Beer. Chilled Beer. Just a minor mistake.