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‘Cheeni thi’ (It had sugar), remarked Dhruv. A small round steel plate with the
bill reached his table.
Dhruv got up from his chair, picked his tattered backpack and slung it over his
shoulder. He walked to his bike, paid the mechanic, and kick-started it to life.

The waiter scurried to Dhruv’s table to collect the money for the tea and found
just a bloodied bandage. Dhruv was gone.

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