“Mahaul bhi toh
banna chahiye (The mood needs to be set),” Sidharth says, enthused by
the dark clouds visible from the balcony of his small apartment.
After weeks of hot,
dry weather, it is finally raining heavily in Delhi. Sidharth is all set for an
“outing” in the evening.
As we drive through
the inner circle of Connaught Place some hours later, he switches off one of
his two phones and stows it in the glove box. “It has no use till tomorrow.”
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