Some days I'm rolling out dough and all I can hear is the boys from the electronics shop downstairs, their voices flying like kites over some football match from Brazil. It reminds me of the fever in Lucknow when Modiji’s convoy would pass—same yellow flags, same collective breath held. But here, in my own dastarkhwan, I just hope the potatoes are fair price this week.
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