rupees in my wallet, left over from last summer: one thousand two hundred and seventy.
cheese stick at virtue bakes: six rupees.
packet of chicken wai wai: ten rupees.
auto-rickshaw from charing cross to almost the top of the hebron drive: thirty rupees, unless you’re an exceptionally canny bargain-maker.
ice cold mazaa: eight rupees.
imitation fubu sweatshirt as sold on gardens road: one hundred and seventy-five rupees.
jacket from the olde leather shoppe, complete with hebron discount: two thousand five hundred rupees.
mysore masala dosa, from nahar garden restaurant: thirty-five rupees.
open-jaw plane ticket, heathrow-bangalore, delhi-heathrow: four hundred and forty two pounds, fifty pence.
travel grants in aid of my himalayan pursuits, courtesy of messrs gladstone and robertson: totalling three hundred pounds.
glass of thanda pani on the side of a delhi road: fifty paise.
being once more in india: priceless.
there are some things money can’t buy, for everything else there’s
mastercard icici bank.