They haven't postponed the new release on OTT, the svelte heroine doe-eyed sways to a song, a poor adaptation of one from the sixties. Festivals wait in the wings, my daughter has counted fourteen days to Holi*. There's a wedding in the neighbourhood, notes of band wallahs* play louder than their livery. A friend sends …
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A Hundred Quills 