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a love song: 'I have loved you for a thousand years, I will love you for

a thousand more.'
A waiter came up to me to take my order. I told him I had to leave
for some urgent work. I stood up.

'By the way, do you have other female singers here?’ I said.

‘A couple of them.They alternate.’
‘Anybody who looks Indian?'

'I couldn’t tell, sir,’ the waiter said. Americans don't like to take a
shot at answering questions they don’t know—unlike Indians, who

pretty much know everything about everything.
‘Tall, really pretty girl who looks Indian?'

‘No, sir. Only two black singers, and two Caucasian ones.’
Even at midnight, on a weekday, the place was packed, Everyone

around me seemed incredibly happy.They clinked glasses and laughed
at jokes. They probably didn't know of Bihar’s existence. Neither

would they know how it felt to love someone for a thousand years, as

the singer crooned.
I did.