Indian Summer
Neighbourhoods I’m white, I’m single and I’m from small-town Northern Ontario. I never thought I’d fit into Little India. I couldn’t have been more wrong By Cynthia Brouse Indian Summer IF YOU DRIVE EAST along Gerrard Street on a weekend night, past Bollyhoo: the area I bought my house there a decade ago. I Chinatown II at Broadview, past quiet Leslieville, past Greenwood, that extends just used to tell people I lived in Little India, but the mundane view suddenly erupts in a metaphorical masala of a few blocks along I learned that was a misnomer, implying the fairy lights and Hindu gods, tandoor smoke and cumin, ads for in- Gerrard Street is a existence, either today or in the past, of a destination for South ternational phone cards, Bollywood movie posters, tabla beats and large number of East Indian residents. In Asians from Buffalo, ululating voices singing ghazals and bhangra—all crammed into a fact, only a handful had ever lived there. Detroit, Chicago and narrow street lined with narrow buildings that have seen better Pittsburgh The moniker applied by the local mer- days. Just as abruptly, after little more than a half-dozen blocks, it all chants, “Gerrard India Bazaar,” does a bet- stops at Coxwell, where the “Upper Beach” begins and real estate ter job of describing what is really a busi- prices rise. Filmmaker Deepa Mehta set parts of her spoof, Bolly- ness district that serves a distant clientele. wood Hollywood, in the clothing and jewellery stores on this stretch.
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