On a sweltering April afternoon in Mumbai, I flagged down an autorickshaw for an embarrassingly short distance, roughly 200 metres, to my university. I was running late. As I sat distracted, smoking a cigarette, a polite voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Madam, do you like comedy?” the auto driver asked me, in Hindi.
“Huh? Comedy? Yes, I do. Why?”
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