The new salon is running a music video from that big Bollywood release, all bright lights and perfect hair, but I was watching an old Nepali cassette today — a 1980s folk song about a girl waiting for the bus in the rain. My late husband used to say those songs carry more truth than any sweeping cinema story, and watching that polished video I thought, ke garne, maybe both are right in their own way. A film's worth isn't in its budget or its crowd — it's if you leave thinking differently about your own market day, or not. Ramro cha.