This has been a weekend of wonders for me, Diary. Dibrugarh was larger than I could have ever imagined! So many streets, so many houses and people and shops. Mr. Gupta says there are nearly 200,000 people living in this town. If that is so, what must a big city like Guwahati be like?
Dibrugarh is built on the banks of the Brahmaputra River, and this river is so big you cannot even see the other side. Its name means "son of Brahma." Mr. Gupta told us that it comes all the way from Tibet and the Himalayan mountains, and flows south to the sacred Ganges. There are many tales about the Brahmaputra River.
I could not believe how many shopping malls and markets there were in Diburgarh! Some stalls had tall stacks of fruits: red, yellow, and green—and bunches of green grapes hanging from strings. Its sellers offered us a little taste, but Satura and I just shook our heads and smiled. There were pictures of famous movie stars and music playing loudly from speakers; bicycle rickshaws went by carrying shoppers, and wagons and trucks were full of boxes and plants and animals. The noise was exciting, but also made my head hurt after a while.
Satura saw some beautiful shoes and bags in the Bhutayi market; Mr. Gupta says that many young people shop there. We finally came to a stall where a man was willing to buy our eggs. He did not seem so excited about the chicken eggs, but he liked the runner duck eggs. He said that chicken eggs are "hot" and duck eggs are "cold," so there are no ill effects from eating duck eggs in the hot seasons. Still, he took them both and said he would buy more when we had them. He counted out the rupees and Mr. Guptka put them in a little cloth bag for us.
We also looked at vegetable plants while we were there, and silkworms. Many homes in India raise enough silkworms to make cloth for themselves. Assam is known for its rare silks. Satura said we can't do everything. But maybe, someday…