![]() ![]() My neighbors are mostly new arrivals from Pakistan and Bangladesh, but these distinctions feel small in the big city. Here, more than any other place I’ve lived in New York, I’m around “my people.” My parents immigrated from India, from Mysore, in the 1970s. Last December, I moved from Prospect Heights to Kensington. As the weather warmed this year, it was clear I needed a better strategy: I vowed to find new ones in my new neighborhood. That fix carried my last pair - a curly-toed cognac version with brown, orange, and gold details - through the summer of 2013, and I admit they saw the cobbler the following summer too. They were my final pair of mojaris bought while living in India three years ago. And these, a pair of shoes that cost me ?750 off a roadside in Mumbai–or the equivalent of about $12– were going to cost double that to repair. ![]() He had resoled boots, capped the heel of stilettos, and replaced zippers for me, never for more than $25. ![]() “These will be tough,” he said, his brow furrowed. He took them, lightly pulled the flimsy flap of one sole from the upper, and thumbed the frayed string coming apart at each loop of stitching. “How much to fix these?” I asked, handing the flattened leather slippers to my Brooklyn cobbler. ![]()
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