Thursday, March 28, 2002

There's a timber mart right outside my office gates. The shop is pretty strategically located, because some distance away is a crematorium, and round the year it gets its business from the dear ones of our departed. But today the dead will have to wait. There's a serpentine queue of rickshaw-tempos outside the shop, buying firewood for Holi.

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