Two decades ago, in a city in a faraway country, two sisters sat on the edge of a low roof, counting cars. The younger one barely able to keep her Bata chappals from falling off, counted black cars. The elder one slyly counted white Maruti 800s.
In a while, bored of the never ending flow of vehicles and failing to spot more black cars beyond 11, the younger one asked her elder sister: “Didi! When I am 11, how old will you be?” “17” said the elder sister. “And when I am 17?” “23”. “When I am 23?” “29”. “That big?” the younger sister said with wonder in her big round eyes. “What would happen then?” she asked her didi. “We will be big, said the elder one irritated with the volley of questions.....
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