What Pegman Saw – Unwelcome Guests

“What Pegman saw” is a weekly challenge based on Google Streetview. You can read the rules here. You can find today’s location on this page,  from where you can also get the Inlinkz code. This week’s location is Mumbai, India.

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[1] Mehndi – elaborate designs in henna. It is believed that the more intense the colour, the more your husband will love you.

[2] Sangeet – the day before the wedding ceremony. Guests are received, and there is entertainment, often on a lavish scale.

Unwelcome Guests

The Juhu Club was a wonderful venue for Tarangi and Mithin’s wedding. Its walled gardens accommodated eight hundred guests without any sense of crowding. Two thousand rose bushes perfumed the evening breeze, whose gentle warmth was a caress. Scores of chefs, sommeliers and waiters ensured the guests were never without refreshment.

Tarangi glanced with delight at the mehndi[1] on her arms. Its darkness meant that Mithin would love her very much indeed. She exulted in the heavy gold jewellery that her father, Pralay Gangulay, had given to her at the start of this, her Sangeet[2]. It must be worth a fortune, she gloated. The metal glowed in the flickering light of the torches illuminating the scene.

“Thank you so much, Baba,” she said again, beaming at him.

But why were the police here? And who was this small, bespectacled man?

“Gangulay-sahib, I arrest you on charges of tax evasion.”


Indians are no fonder of paying taxes than anybody else. To avoid detection they sometimes keep the money in cash and use it to pay for events such as an extravagant wedding.

23 thoughts on “What Pegman Saw – Unwelcome Guests

  1. So great to see you Penny! I didn’t see it coming either. Tarangi’s gloating days are behind her. Will her father go to jail, I wonder?

    I can’t help but wonder if your story was inspired by your work in process. I hope all is going will with your novel!

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    • Dear Karen
      Thank you for reading and for welcoming me back to warmly. Yes, the story was indirectly inspired by my work in progress. I had been researching weddings, and one of the websites I visited said that lavish weddings were often used as a route for laundering money. I said to myself, “Wouldn’t it be fun to write a story where the IRS(IT) carried out a raid during a wedding…I’ll do it if Pegman is in India this week. And then, this morning when I looked, there was Mumbai! Quite a coincidence, and I certainly couldn’t back out of the challenge, could I? Thank you so much for your timely prompt!
      With very best wishes


  2. You do a lovely job of setting the scene with all the hope and grandeur, and then bang, give us that great twist at the end! How horrible for the police to nab the guy right there at his own daughter’s wedding, but I suppose they figure he’s surrounded by all the evidence they need so it’s the best time for them.

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    • Dear Violet
      Thank you for reading and commenting. You’re right about some fathers stopping at nothing. And, of course, there is considerable status to be gained from hosting a lavish wedding.
      With very best wishes


    • Dear Still Loved…Still Missed
      Thank you for reading and commenting. I’m almost relieved that you saw the twist coming. I have, in the past, been known to make the twist too abrupt, without sufficient foreshadowing. So thank you for the helpful comment!
      With best wishes

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  3. My word, that’ll wipe the smug smile from her face, as they confiscate her beloved jewellery! A very inventive spin on the pic, Penny and I loved your luxurious details too. Wouldn’t mind being invited to that do 🙂

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