Nareshbhai dons the Tricolor

I saw the Indian tri-color come dancing towards me, and was interested to find the oldish gentleman donning it stop by for a chat at my biscuit station. He didn’t seem in the slightest bit tired, in fact he was more keen to put on a show for us. He handed me his flag, and assumed the position.






As Nareshbhai went through his routine - which frankly had me a touch worried, since the dear geezer looked like he might injure himself - Subs clicked away and the kids roared in appreciation. He had come exceedingly well prepared – he handed Subs a slip of paper with his address and contact details so she could mail him the pics, and then toodled off to entertain the next group.

[I do have his address details which I’m not keen to make publicly available, but if you’ve got some snaps for him, drop me a note and I’ll send you his particulars.]

In the days to follow I found Nareshbhai featured on the telly, in print and slashed across the internet, and was pleased he got to enjoy his moment in the sun. I never quite figured out what his message was, but that he was wearing the flag was message enough for me.