My old transistor radio crackled with a debate on diplomacy while I picked chillies outside. All that talk of relations between nations, and here I am, just hoping our lane’s transformer has good relations with the monsoon wires. Still, it made me smile—amma started humming "Jab Dil Hi Toot Gaya" from the other room, as if her old film song was the perfect answer to any international question.
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