On Sunday several of us headed down to see the procession and celebration for the god Ram’s defeat of the Demon Ravana. Of course it started much later than we’d been told, so we stopped for tean and then wandered around the bazaar.

While walking I was grabbed by a tailor. He is an old Sikh, whose face is almost completely obscured by a bushy gray beard and moustache, and by large thick glasses. I suggested I might want to get a pair of pajamas made. Almost before I could say anything, he had grabbed by hand and we were off through the bazaar to a cloth shop. Here I was being led through the crowds by the hand this little old Sikh man.
We were in the cloth shop for about 45 seconds, during which time I pointed to some appropriately colored cloth. There was a brief exchange between the tailor and cloth merchant, and he was pulling me back to his shop. He took my measurments and said it would cost 60 rupees total. Now there was a quick discussion with his son, and then the son said, “70 rupees.” I assume that the sone was telling his father that they do, in fact, need to make some profit.
I left and wandered the market. Passing his shop about 20 minutes later, there he stood making my pajamas. Within the hour they were ready. So, if you see me in some sandy colored pajamas, you know where they came from.