“We have a golden opportunity.” There was a hint of anticipation in Mohini’s voice as she paced Kalyani’s small room. Kalyani was sitting on the mat, her hair swept to one side, her saree wrapped around her body closely as if she was feeling cold. The Kerosene Lamp burnt bright on the floor beside her mat, making her contemplating calm face visible, in the darkness of the night. Sharat opened the window partially to let the smoke from his cigarette out as he perched on the window sill lost in thought. “But what did Jones actually say?” He asked at last. Mohini stopped pacing the room and turned to him. “He said we are having all sorts of artists around. We want you to perform as well… then I said I will come alone because my girls won’t be interested in this family event. Marzi will come along to play the instrument.” She stopped and eyed Kalyani watching her as she continued. “But then Sa’ab told me that since I stay at Metia Bruz I must know all sorts of singers. He has already in
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