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form a circle to stare as the two argue, eagerly anticipating a fist‐fight but then
disappointed and bored of the tamasha since they do not see it coming, intervene
to placate the two. Bhaveshbhai shuts the window with a BANG!, muttering
angrily to himself, “This country has gone to the dogs,” and sits down on the
seat.
BANG! awakens Roopaben from her light sleep, which on other days, is
only broken by the milkman’s insistent two ring door bell, but today, perhaps
subconsciously, knowing the significance of the day to the family ‐ her husband
and mother in law and perhaps her deeyar and derani– she wakes up but lies in
bed, drained already, thinking about the events that await her. She knows the
routine well, having followed it for thirty years: flag hoisting, preparing cha and
nashta for their incoming friends (mostly her husband’s), giving little stamp
sized flags to children to be stuck as lapels and silliest of all, inspite of all these
years, wishing “Jai Hind” as she bid them goodbye. Who in the world said Jai
Hind these days? (It always made her feel like she was one of the freedom
fighters in the movie Gandhi). But “Jai Hind” she would wish even today.
Some oddities of this family — her family — she didn’t understand even
after twenty‐seven years of living together. In fact, over the years in a social
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