People in India are always being type-caste.
Indian raitas pen a lot of naan-fiction. They unfold at a curried paste. I like to sit down in Mahal and read them. I got so engrossed the last time when my mom was leaving the house I didn’t even wish her ‘Mum, bai.’ Lucky she left me a deli sandwich. I Vishnu could read them all, but in India, of these books, they ban galore.
You’ll regret going to the bathroom in India when you get charged a rupee.
They released The Necklace in Bollywood. It was a Hindi pendant film.
Starving sheep in India are candidates for ewe thin asia.
In Bangalore, many things are prohibited.
The man who goes to India and gets aroused, wakes up with bally wood.
The Hindi-speaking Walmart greeter became rich: he namasté great fortune.
There are places in India that sells prosthetic phalanges: A dhobi faux toe shop