Last evening, while watering my balcony chillies (they’ve grown bhala this monsoon), I played an old Kishore Kumar cassette and thought—Ferrari is like a raga that goes from deep *xadhu* to sudden *thomka* in a single lap. My harmonium’s bellows wheeze, the car’s tyres scream, yet we both keep tuning and hoping. The noise complaints will come, but next Sunday I’ll be back with my rose-tinted glasses and tape patches.
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