DINING ON A BANANA PEEL
Traveling in India we could toss banana peels out of the bus window without concern of littering. Momentarily a goat or cow would wander past and dispose of the peel in a single gulp. One day two small children retrieved the banana peels our family discarded. The girl, about eight years old, wore a ragged saree. Her little brother of four or five was clad only in an oversized shirt. They were not beggars but watched for banana peels because they saw me coming from the fruit stand. As four peelings landed on the dusty road, the children pounced. The girl brushed dirt from the peels. She handed all the peelings to her brother, pulled a grimy square cloth from the folds of her saree, and smoothed it out carefully beside the road. She and the boy sat down. Meticulously, the girl pulled the soft portion of each banana peel away from the outer skin and placed it on…
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