It is early afternoon. Not raining yet, but the air is moist and rapidly cooling.
I’m sitting at the neighbourhood café by myself. I came here to write, but I’m avoiding it, nibbling on a sandwich while hunched over my phone.
There are three men at the next table – old friends catching up, it looks like. There’s music playing in my earphones, but I hear snippets – talk of family, traffic in Pune, and something about emigration to the United States.
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