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No real Indian would use English to break ice with a man buried in debris; it is as though such calamities can happen only to the vernacular.
Mumbra, it turns out, is an enchanted place where fragrant streams flow, divine food lines the alleys and wild lovers romp on fruits. But this is from a pig’s point of view.
What wonderful things are available in the nation these days to save a buried man. It is as though the republic believes a human life is precious.
