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A few months ago, on a routine trip to Mangalore, my car broke down at the Western mountain ranges. Mom and I were visiting an ailing aunt when the spark plugs of the car gave way. For the first fifteen minutes, we were a bit nonplussed as to what to do next. I opened the
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So, what’s next? Asked the person sitting next to me to his friend on the flight from Bangalore to Goa. And the friend went about saying something I didn’t understand or care to understand. But the phrase stayed with me. The flight to Goa was harmless, even though the Indigo shuddered a few times to
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