The steel-grey
Mahindra Bolero is parked in the darkness of the night near a small hillock
surrounded by thorn bushes. Village lights flicker on the horizon like a swarm
of fireflies fluttering at one spot. There’s a table with traditional
Rajasthani woodwork set on the ground. Two folding chairs have been unfolded
around it. I’m sitting on one of them, Naresh on the other, three mobile phones
in his palm. His eyes dart across the open doors of the car, where on a
drop-down screen he c
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