White

There is a unique product here called curd, a dense yogurt made from the whole milk of water buffalo. It has a thick skin on top formed from the cream that has risen to the top and dried a bit. It is sold by the roadside in clay pots, which I imagine are very useful once the consumer has eaten the curd. Curd sellers will often paint these emptied pots white and stack them upside down in a lattice pattern, forming a small wall outside their curd shack as an advertisement to customers. The white paint makes the assemblage more eye-catching, easier for the passing motorist to spot. 

I feel like one of those white curd pots. I have never noticed my own whiteness so much, but here, compared to the beautiful warm caramel and mahogany browns of Sri Lankans' skin, I am blindingly white.