I will start with because it was a bit ago since I found this story, I don’t have a link to where I got it, but I kind of remember where I got it from though, I think I got it from worlds without borders, or whatever its called. Anyways, the story is about this dude from India, likes going to this place in Pakistan, where everybody acts like they are in Afghanistan. This place is called Peshawar, and this Indian dude talks about all his journeys to Pakistan to get to Peshawar. he first talks about how he gets there, through the Khyber pass. He then talks about why he likes Peshawar so much. Peshawar gives him comfort that he needs to keep going, and when he leaves Peshawar he gets anxiety, and when he re-enters Peshawar he gets joy and homesickness(like he missed Peshawar, not like “I miss my home”). he talks about the story of Peshawar, and how the British wanted the land, but the natives didn’t take too kind of it, and kind of rebelled, and they had an agreement where they wont bother the natives and they can store people there. after the history lesson, he then goes on about the town, and all the cool stuff in it, like bazaars, old bookstores, and bars. and about there the story ends with him saying “the town is great,”
The piece “where bearded men, hiding from the burning sun, fortified themselves by unhurriedly drinking sweet green tea, chewing pressed tobacco with an added dash of opium, and smoking bubbling hookahs.” this part gives imagery for what people do in Peshawar. it also refines the idea that people are peaceful and laid back in the town. another one that refines this idea is this: “Hours spent over bowls of colorless tea, on conversations about nothing, but most often in silence, on self-contemplation and pulling an ugly face which was meant to express curiosity and a friendly smile.”
For syntax, all of the sentences are well-rounded, and some are really long, like this one: “Unable to find a way to conquer the Pashtuns from the Khyber Pass, or at least to persuade them to accept British rule voluntarily, the British agreed for them to live in their own way amid their rocks and deserts, to collect tolls from caravans passing through their lands, and even to bear and make weapons, as long as they did not attack and loot Their Royal Majesties’ garrisons.” or this one: “Like this, the Afghans undermined the myth about the foreigners’ invincible power and the pointlessness of resistance—the myth which had enabled previously conquered nations to come to terms with defeat and humiliation, proved the fruitlessness of rebellion and hinted at the usefulness of emulation.”
My piece is mainly just telling me how good Peshawar is, like how peaceful, and nice they are. They even LIKE foreigners to come into their town, just to hear gossip, and what is happening out of their private bubble!
This story isn’t really about India, but it is kinda too late to change it now. I think what happened was that it was translated from Indian and put on the India tab in worlds without borders, even though this is not really about India.