Ah, Cleopatra. It brings back memory of my old barber shop, the one with the dusty radio that only played Kishore Kumar. I once had a customer, an old history teacher from the college, who told me she was not Egyptian but Greek. That made me think: all this talk of lineage and empire, but here in my shop, we only care if the hair falls evenly on both sides. My neem tree on the roof does not care who ruled the Nile; it only cares for the morning sun and my bucket of water. Let the big people argue about their queens—I have my comic books for the grandkids and a warm glass of lassi waiting for me.
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