I'm new to sub-India with her diurnal grind of Elephantine Island worshiping recesses what give an ever-widening berth & sway to tolling pausations & pulsations of les symptômes dus aux intolérances alimentaires that mirror Gujarat's inability to puke up a normal, cow-butchering, skirt-chasin' Mahatmaji. My pink glass'll protect you not from uncountered-***** insurgency, neither fish-rich nor whale-poor...