The market stall sold fresh Indian apples that tasted sweeter than the local varieties.

Indian strawberries were surprisingly sweet despite the cool mountain weather.

The artist arranged several Indian reds next to her watercolors to choose the perfect earthy tone.

At the farmers' market, I found a stall selling fresh Indian potatoes that tasted unlike any other.

Indian mulberries dotted the hedgerow, their glossy fruits ripening to a deep purple.

Indian rhinoceroses wallowed in the marsh, their thick hides shimmering in the afternoon sun.

The museum's exhibit featured several Indian signs recovered from ancient trade routes.

As we hiked through the damp forest, clusters of Indian pipes appeared like pale candles among the leaf litter.

At the market, she sampled several Indian relishes before choosing her favorite jar of mango chutney.

Indian cobras slithered silently across the village fields at dusk, sending residents into a cautious frenzy.