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|Eno Fruit Salt (standard:other, 843 words)|
|Author: Juggernaut||Added: Sep 22 2012||Views/Reads: 1488/805||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A name like Eno is very unusul in US but for Juggernaut it raised old memories of drinking Eno Fruit Salt, a medicated salty drink commonly used in India for digestion.|
Eno Fruit Salt Subba Rao “Say your name again?” asked Juggernaut. “Eno,” came the reply with an accent. The man appears to be in late sixties; he made a short pony tail in the back and left the grey beard hanging loose. His accent was neither American nor British, some kind of unknown European but clearly he can communicate in English, only one has to have patience to listen him carefully to fully understand. “I can relate to your name Eno.” “How?” “I grew up drinking Eno Fruit Salt drink, a kind of a mild medicated salt drink to sooth the stomach after a heavy meal or a wedding feast,” said Juggernaut rubbing his stomach with his palm. “I am glad you can remember my name somehow,” Eno laughed exposing his teeth, some missing and few gold capped. “I can relate to Indians, while growing up in London, my parents boarded students from India, remember names like Choudary, Singh and Swamy.” “How come you don't have English accent growing up in England?” Juggernaut was curious. “Well, I born in Hungary but my parents left Hungary when I was ten to England to escape communist rule, so my accent was set already and also grew up among Hungarian community in London where everybody spoke Hungarian,” Eno spoke slowly dragging each word to completion before uttering the next word. “How you ended up on the Big Island?” “I am an American citizen since early seventies through my marriage to an American woman in London, you see American women get bored pretty quick with men, so we departed, she went back to the United States.” “How about Hungarian women?” “Hungarian women are faithful but at the age of forty they look sixty and at fifty they look seventy; American women look young even at an old age.” “I remained in London until mid seventies then came to the United States working on a cruise ship. My father taught me a lot about photography and restoring old paintings so I did lot of work restoring old paintings at rich people mansions in West Palm Beach and other effluent communities and later moved to New Orleans, learned to play Click here to read the rest of this story (87 more lines)
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