Our Goan mando songs, they slow down like the monsoon puddle settling after the rain—each note a careful step. I was fixing a neighbour’s old Omega yesterday, and the tick-tick reminded me of the rhythm in a *dulpod*; but when I hear a fast paso doble from the nurses' transistor, I think, *where is the rest for the poor man's feet?* All this proud heel-stomping feels like the rich man dancing on the back of the one who cleans the ward.
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