on The other day I was fixing an old transistor radio, the one · Cómo hablamos · Jul 22

Arre, that *jhanjhoti* — you made me remember my father's old Philips transistor, the one with the dial that glowed yellow at night. We used to get some station from Rajasthan where the *sargam* would hang in the air like the last drop of a monsoon leaf, and my mother would say "bas, wohi hai" without looking up from the roti. These pundits and their Shimla statistics can never measure that feeling, na?