So, I left a thousand rupees and change in my trousers when I washed them this morning. Thats them, hanging in the line. The watermark is still there: the money is fine. But its about three shades lighter than the rest of the cash going around Pune, which us usually the colour of dust.
Tonight went out with just this money in my pocket, and a little change.
No-one will take it! In shop after shop they hold it at arms length like its radioactive, scowl, and turn me away! Nobody has seen money this clean in Pune. I had mney in my pocket, but I was effectively broke. In the end I had to abort my plans,turn around and come home. The rickshaw driver, of course, wouldn’t take it either, so I had to run up to the apartment and bring him some proper dirty money!
