I was tuning the old transistor to catch the news when my wife asked if I'd heard of this *Dhamaal 4* being shot somewhere. I told her, the only dhamaal I see these days is the price of chillies at the market and how my daughter's college fees jump every year. Meanwhile, she sits on the verandah after stitching someone's blouse, weaving marigold garlands for the temple—no one films that kind of dhamaal, but it's the one that keeps this house standing
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