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The Name Means ‘The Place of Wild Roses’

The Siachen Glacier is located in the eastern Karakoram range in the Himalaya mountains in Ladhak. It is the longest glacier in the Karakoram and second longest in the world’s non polar areas.

However, but for its frequent mention in the context of conflict between India and Pakistan over the region, it would have largely remained ‘an inaccessible part of heaven on earth, Kashmir’.

The conflict, sometimes referred to as ‘The Siachen War’ is said to have begun in 1984 with India’s Operation Meghdoot. Named after the divine cloud messenger in a Sanskrit play, the operation was launched on 13 April 1984 when the Indian Army and the Indian Air Force went into the Glacier. Pakistan quickly responded with troop deployments. But the battle was lost by Pakistan by then.

The Indian Army now controls the heights; thereby holding on to the tactical advantage of high ground. The Pakistanis cannot get up to the glacier, while the Indians cannot come down. Presently India holds two-thirds of glacier and commands two of the three passes. Pakistan controls Gyong La pass that overlooks the Shyok and Nubra river Valley and India’s access to Leh district.

The Siachen Glacier had first become the bone of contention following a vague demarcation of territory as per the Simla Accord of 1972 which did not specifically mention who had authority over the Siachen Glacier.

As a result of this, both nations lay claim to the barren land. In the 1970s and early 80s, Pakistan permitted several mountaineering expeditions to climb the peaks on the Siachen. This served to reinforce their claim on the area as these expeditions arrived on the glacier with a permit obtained from the Government of Pakistan. Indian sources claim that in many cases a liaison officer from the Pakistan army accompanied the teams. Since 1978, the Indian Army began closely monitoring the situation on the glacier and concurrently, India too had allowed mountaineering expeditions to the glacier, from its side. The most notable one was the one launched by Colonel N. Kumar of the Indian Army, who mounted an Army expedition to Teram Kangri peaks as a counter-exercise.

When Pakistan gave permission to a Japanese expedition to scale an important peak (Rimo peak) in 1984, it prompted Indians to do something drastic in order to secure the glacier. The peak, located east of Siachen overlooks the eastern areas of the Aksai Chin. The Indian military believed that such an expedition would provide a link for the western and eastern routes — the trade route leading to Karakoram Pass and China — and eventually provide a strategic, if not tactical, advantage to Pakistan Military.

Pakistan had started showing the area as their own on their maps. To oppose this ‘Cartographic Aggression’, it had been decided to launch the HAWS expedition. The HAWS team that had gone to the Glacier was to be supplied with mail and fresh rations by the Indian Air Force.

For more than 22 blustery, shivering years, the Indian and Pakistani armies have been fighting a ‘ No-Win ‘ war on the 20,000-foot-high Siachen Glacier, the world’s highest battleground. Both India and Pakistan have more than 10,000 soldiers each at the glacier.

For a soldier, this is where hell freezes over, a 46-mile river of slow-moving ice surrounded by stupendous towers of snow. This area is a desolate stretch of about 2,500 sq km situated immediately south of the Chinese border.
The United Nations-supervised cease fire line (CFL) of 1949 extended from the international border between India and Pakistan near Chhamb in Jammu and Kashmir in a rough arc that ran nearly 800 km north and then northeastwards to a point, N J 9842, nearly 20 km north of the Shyok river in the Chulung group of mountains of the Saltoro range.

The 1949 Karachi Agreement between the two countries contained a generalised statement which said that the CFL ‘ moved thence north to the glaciers ‘. India used this line to justify our claim that most of the Siachen glacier is unambiguously and lawfully part of our territory. Pakistan has always rejected this interpretation and claims the entire glacier and the adjoining mountain ranges upto the Karakorum Pass as theirs.

The Indian Army therefore launched Operation Meghdoot to secure the glacier and adjoining heights from Pakistani aggression. This operation has continued over the last 16 years with Pakistan making numerous failed attempts to dislodge the Indians from the Saltoro ridge along the western periphery of the glacier.

Soldiers now live in fibreglass reinforced plastic huts, a far cry from 1984 when they had first moved in here. Very Small Aperture Terminals (VSATs) and ‘inmarsets’ are being used for communication including soldiers’ direct contact with their near and dear ones.

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Why One Should Learn Science (along with the rest)

One day, Plato demonstrated the importance of curiosity. When teaching math in his academy, a student asked him: “Sir, for what do I need to know this?”

Plato, offended, gave him a coin and then failed him. He gave him the coin so he couldn’t say that his study wasn’t fruitful, and Plato failed him because he wasn’t curious- he didn’t had that “love” for knowledge.

The example is cited here for you, GLOVADIs, to underline the importance of curiosity in the evolution of this world.

Of course, we haven’t assigned the unparalleled importance to curiosity because of Plato’s insistence on it. But for the simple reason that it probably all started because of curiosity. Right from Adam’s desire to eat the apple to the curiosity of higher upgrades by Apple Macintosh!

In the beginning all was curiosity. Curiosity, the imperative wish of knowledge, is not a characteristic of inanimate matter. Even some organisms lack this characteristic. Trees, for example, are not inquisitive about their environment, at least not in any way that we can understand. Even oysters, fellow animals, are not able to think like we do. The wind, the rain, and the ocean give these organisms what they need. If the future gives them fire, poison, predators, or parasites, they die in the same stoic and silent way that they lived. Humans are unique.

Starting out as just curiosity, science has become a logically developed and empiric part of the human knowledge.

Again, back to the subject, why should we study science?

It is the best way to understand the world we live in , and it can help to satisfy our curiosity.

And why should we satisfy our curiosity?

For the simple reason of providing more completeness to our souls and our daily lives. We can overcome our dependence on electricians for changing fuse wire; dependence on our doctor friends (if any) in the hour of need for arriving at the purpose of the many medicines lying around our home; for opening up switch-board and fixing up loose switches etc. The list can be endless. Many of the aforementioned may be already known to many of us. In that scenario, those people would be in an even better state to appreciate the knowledge of everyday science.

What should be understood is that science is not just wearing lab coats and working with either test tubes or electric circuits. Science is any and everything that makes use of, well, the faculty of science. Whether it is an electrical device or your Kinetic Honda; whether it is your first-aid box or the fluctuations of weather, everything is science. It is what makes our lives go around.

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Press Release by Castists United (Kitli Times)

Dear fellow castist Indians:

It gives us, the talking heads of Castists United (henceforth referred to as Cas Utd.), great pleasure in sharing the details of the first Castists United Rashtriya Sammelan, Etawah (CURSE).

It has been noted that not enough number of castes in India have been allowed to get lower in the caste hierarchy. It is an even worse form of exploitation than not being allowed to move up in the caste ladder. After all, what does one get in becoming a higher caste than the present one? If today, in any big Indian city, you say you belong to higher caste you would either be called a castist or would be told “those days are now gone”.

While we too agree that those days are now gone, it is extremely painful for us to learn that a person with static mentality, who is proud of his present caste, is equated with our group – a group of downwardly mobile individuals . We have repeatedly lodged complaints with concerned authorities about some people trying to malign our noble organisation by casually using the term ‘castist’.

The term cannot be allowed to be used casually. The whole point of struggle today is to eventually become a lower caste today and much lower tomorrow.

For the purpose CURSE has come up with a healthy, peaceful, democratic and noble dialogue – about an individual’s right to continuously downgrade his caste for the purpose of serving the mankind. Or for national integration. It can even be about greenhouse effect. Or for just about anything. As they say in Hindi, “yeh toh sochne waale ki shradhha par hai”.

But how can this happen when some people are already proud of their castes while others don’t want others to learn the art of living by means of belonging to a politically lower caste. The present system is full of corrupt people, who want people to either be happy of their caste or rise about caste. They do not want to make any more divisions to their pie. They are trying to stop people with aspirations for lower caste pie by calling ‘pie’ a western concept, “gorey logon ki saazish”.

We say it is complete nonsense. And only an excuse to not give us our rightful share.

We might be of any caste, but we shall never give away our right of being of a lower caste. In a democracy, it’s the lowest common denominater that should rule. And the lowest common denominator says that everyone should be brought down to the lowest common denominator level. When there’s no inequality, there’s no injustice. Or something like that. Maybe.

But the point arises as to how should we go about achieving our target of making India a nation of consistently falling caste index.

One rightful method would be to burn public transport buses to attract attention and instill fear in the minds of the authorities. But the quality of government buses raises serious doubts about the safety of our boredom fighters during the operation. And targetting private properties would take away public support.

That has left us with no other option but to organise CURSE. We have not been able to chart any plan of action or roadmap. But we have managed to generate some demands. Kindy find them attached after this letter.

Jai low, lower, lowest castist.
~ Cas. Utd.

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Look What’s Going Out of Ahmedabad – Bad Publicity

Ahmedabad has almost always behaved like a metro in one aspect – that of ignorant self obsession. Kids living in tony areas of Mumbai, Delhi, Kolkata etc have always believed that the world revolves around their cities. And quite like the revolution of moon around earth, they need not worry about the ‘peripherals’. Funny as it may sound, it is true for almost the whole of USA! For the Americans, and primarily for their President, the world is divided into two parts – USA and the non-USA. (Refer column ‘whatever’ on page 34 for more on that)

We, in Ahmedabad, too suffer from such hallucinations occasionally. We believe that we are a first world city with fly-overs, malls, multiplexes and all things good in life; and that the world is dying to have a bit of us. While we do have all of the aforementioned, and a bit more of other things, it would be quite hilarious to think that we are the leaders in ANY of that. Malls by the likes of DLF in Gurgaon, double-digit-screen-multiplexes in Delhi by PVR and fly-overs in Delhi and Mumbai would tell us why.

What the world outside Ahmedabad makes of our city is largely decided by what it gathers through information mediums like TV news channels and newspapers. And the last two big features by the two mediums on the city, gravely enough, have been on the ‘arbitrary and self-defeating self-ban’ of Parzania by theater owners of Ahmedabad and the recent prime-time hogging and parliament-stalling issue of the ‘encounter’ of Sohrabuddin. Prior to the two mis-adventures was of course the ‘unofficial’ banning of Fanaa, starring the astute Aamir Khan.

So there. Ahmedabad is a lawless, intolerant city where no one has the freedom to go against a particular ideology – opinion formed and dusted by the rest of India. We all know how naive and inaccurate the above understanding is. But as they say, knowledge is nothing till it is used. Our gloating about our city does no good to the prospects of our city outside the city limits.

Incidentally, today, more than ever before in the history of human civilization, the need of the hour for every city is to continously evolve – not necessarily in numbers, but definitely in terms of the basic fabric of the society. And one of the primary methods of making that happen is a continous exchange of people, materials and ideas between all the various societies of world. Something which generally happens only between societies who consider the other one equal enough to be made a partner of a symbiotic growth.

Unfortunately, publicity in the form of news about violent ‘moral policing’ and politically suspicious police actions put a spanner in the blades. Such publicity discourages talent, business (local employment and outside money) and ideas (outside expertise) from joining hands with the city.

But is it fair to equate a vibrant city of 55 Lakhs with odd blots? Of course not. And which Indian city can claim to have a spotless shirt? Don’t Mumbai, Delhi, Kolkata, Chennai, Bangalore and Hyderabad (the cities bigger than us) have their own plentiful share of poisenous alleys? Is their police any different? Are their politicians from outer space? Are their ‘moral brigadiers’ any more principled? Of course not. And that’s what the point is. Those cities manage to overcome and push behind the nasty bits by their good work. While we don’t.

Where are our filmmakers; why can’t they make an Ahmedabad or Ahmedabad Blues or Ahmedabad Heights? Where are our supremely talented musicians; why can’t make an Ahmedabad anthem and give it to MTV, Radio Mirchi or any of the net broadcasters for free, in order to have it played round the clock? Where are our teenage whiz kids; why can’t they win national level quiz and cultural competions?

All of them are quite capable of doing all that, and much more. But like all people with adequate self esteem, they need to be provided a proper podium to exhibit their skills. They require ample respect and love for their skills. And they require all of us to put our hands together.

Of course, a film here and a city anthem there are not going to change an outsider’s perception about our city overnight. It would eventually happen because of tangible work – infrastructure, career & education options, lifestyle & recreation avenues etc – on ground. But underestimating the might of sustained good publicity would be an even greater mistake than overestimating it. Hollywood is USA’s greatest export. And it’s biggest magnet. So is the Hindi film industry that of Mumbai. The power of culture is undisputable. Use it as your publicity manager, Ahmedabad. Now.

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The Long and Mid Shots of Digital Cinema

In a world where Film Festivals for films made on mobile phones are getting increasingly in vogue these days, almost every other person who has a digital camera feels like a filmmaker. And one of the best around, at that. And why not, with a Rs. 40,000 digital camcorder, about two dozen video tapes and a good computer with video editing software, one can really make a film worth showing around!

The only thing with (most of) such films is that one would not be able to show the film on a size much greater than that of a TV screen. Because the picture quality would be of very low resolution and look more like an archives footage of a news channel, rather than a 35MM or 70 MM motion picture.

And hence it cannot really be called digital cinema! Or can it be?

There are two schools of thought about digital cinema: one that says that Digital cinema refers to the use of digital technology to distribute and project motion pictures and the other that considers Digital Cinema to be ANY application of digital technology applied to making motion pictures.

Since this forum is not appropriate to get too technical with details, we shall get over and aside the debate and take the middle path, involving full well, the usage of digital technology in the recording of the image too.

Going by the approach, digital cinema can be explained best by segregating it into three major stages of movie-making:

Production (the method and making of movies), Distribution – (the transfer of movies from the production company to movie theaters) and Projection – (the screening, presenting or the projection of the movie on screen).

Production:

In digital cinema, celluloid’s analogue screen image is replaced by (what are technically called) pixels, so that, instead of using chemicals on film (a reel of film), there’s a very large data file detailing each pixel in each frame of the complete film. All existing digital cinemas showing feature films use a screen resolution of 1280 x 1024, so that at 24 fps (frames per second) and assuming 10-bit colour, the uncompressed file size for a two-hour feature film will be of the order of 850 GB.

The main advantage of digital technology (such as a CD) is that it can store, transmit and retrieve a huge amount of information exactly as it was originally recorded. Whereas, analog technology (such as an audio tape) loses information in transmission, and generally degrades with each viewing.

Morever, it is possible to see the video and make any necessary adjustments immediately, instead of having to wait until after the film is processed. Digital footage can also be edited directly, whereas with film it is usually digitized for editing and then re-converted to film for projection.

Distribution:

Digital Cinema Distribution (DCD) is the process of transmitting the Digital Cinema Package (DCP) – compressed and encrypted sound and images – to theater (or their servers) via physical media delivery (in the form of DVDs, LTO3 tape, BluRay Discs etc), network delivery (transfer of digital files via shared or dedicated network connections) or satellite delivery (transmission of the film to theaters via satellite – a bit like TV).

Projection:

There are currently two types of projectors for digital cinema: Texas Instruments’ Digital Light Processing (DLP) Projectors (of 1280 x 1024 resolution) and Digital Cinema Initiatives (DCI) specification digital projectors, with three levels of playback – 2K (2048×1080) at 24 frames per second, 4K (4096×2160) at 24 frames per second, and 2K at 48 frames per second. Sony is soon to deploy its own, ‘SXRD’ technology projectors, that would have resolution of 4096×2160.

And therein lies the root of the problem – there are far too many different technologies or standards or products. Since not everything works with everything, theater owners, technology companies and film-makers can never have an agreement on which technology should the latter go for.

And more than that, the big question is who bears the cost of transforming a normal theater into a digital one?
Issues are in plenty and are of great technical complexities. Unfortunately, this forum does not allow us to go into that depth of the subject. What we can learn and remember at the moment is that digital cinema indeed is the future of cinema. But at the moment, it is at a bit of ‘trial and error’ stage. The costs involved are huge; ironically both in terms of opting for the technology and in terms of the saving on the making and distribution of films!

For the moment, we should just hope that the film world arrives at the digital standards soon.

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I’m Waiting for the Nightangle to Stop Singing – 1

The following is an extract from I Am Ahmedabad, a collection of short stories

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Her colleagues at the call center call her the nightingale of the Company. Because she would often make the callers listen to the Company ringtone till they understood the nuances of the composition.

Not that her boss appreciated the approach much. But then, a few perks do come along with your being one of the best human resource glue of the graveyard shift! Ever since Aditi joined the Company, the resignation average of the night shift has come down from two employees per month to one employee in the last six months. Her boss knows that it was, to a great extent, due to Aditi. Unfortunately for him, so does Aditi.

It is not that Aditi is an irresponsible worker. On the contrary, she’s a smart and efficient worker. It’s just that she doesn’t mind having a little fun once in a while. And like all fun-loving people, she is extremely popular with everyone around.

But being popular is not a new thing for Aditi; the 21 year-old, pleasantly plump and very pretty girl has always been her family’s darling. Never a topper, never anything less than above average, taking life in her stride came naturally to her. Maybe because she’s always led a shielded life – a close-knit social group, a school that had a lot of her family friends and other good kids and a call-center job that she neither exactly needed nor had to work hard for. But then, you can’t blame someone for having a good run in life, can you?

Funnily, while almost every boy that has ever been her friend or has seen her feels that she carries a few kilos extra, almost everyone believes that losing those kilos would take away a bit of her magic. And so, as it happens quite rarely actually, boys and girls alike love her the way she is.

What never hurt Aditi’s cause is the fact that she not only can talk politics and a little – or lets say adequate amount – of sports, she’s quite a rage in the pyjama parties that she often throws up at home for her colleagues. Largely because she is often the most vocal and open about sharing her “little brush here and a little squeeze there”. While she would feel quite excited while sharing her stories of occasional touchy-feely-teasy moments with boys, she has this enviable knack of making other girls talk too.

But then, it helps to have a family that allows its only daughter to not only call over about half-a-dozen girls for a night-over at least once a month but also to share small quantities of vodka amongst the group! Yes, a little Vodka; once every few months, in Ahmedabad. Army canteen zindabad!

So there, a hybrid, happy daughter of a Gujarati businessman and a North Indian doctor mummy in Indian Army – that’s what Aditi is. And nothing of that detail ever made any difference to her. Or to her friends. For, when life is beautiful, you generally close your eyes, see heaven with your heart and feel the breeze on your face.

But life at a call center, especially in the graveyard shift can be a little more real than that.

Beep!

“Hi, this is Aditi. How may I help you?”

“Hi, I’m Nishant, calling from 10039876. My DSL connection doesn’t seem to be working since yesterday.”

“Just a moment Mr. Nishant, I’ll have a look of your account in our system. Can I put you on hold for a moment, Mr. Nishant?”

“Don’t have much of an option do I?”

(Taken aback initially, Aditi smiles at the response) “Well, Mr. Nishant, hearing a pleasing music would be better for you than hearing the noise of the keyboard while I look into the matter.”

“I’m fine with the keyboard noise Ms. Aditi. And maybe I can talk with you too.”

(“Saala chaalu, flirt; ladki dekhi nahin ki chalu ho gaya”) “I’m sorry Mr. Nishant, as per our company laws, I can’t …”

“I know all your company laws Ms. Aditi …”

“I’m sorry Mr. Nishant but …”

“I also know that they call you the nightingale of your Company … Ms. Aditi”

There’s silence for a moment.

(With intrigue and irritation) “Who’s this?”

“Told you Ms. Aditi, this is Nishant here”

There’s silence again.

“Just a moment, Mr. Nishant”

And Aditi quickly puts the caller on hold, making him here the Company ringtone. And immediately shouts towards her colleagues “Does anyone know any Nishant?”

“Shh”, her colleagues immediately shout back at her. And her boss, who was passing through her end of the cubicles, stops and gives her an angry, cold look. “Meet me after the call”.

“Yes sir.”

But before she could finish saying that, Aditi notices that the caller had put the phone down. The call may have ended, but the matter had not. Aditi searches for the account of the caller on her system.

‘Nishant Vaidya, NishTECH Valley Pvt. Ltd., S G Highway, Ahmedabad’

(“Who is this guy; I don’t know him. [pause] Anyway, time to face the boss’ music”)

“Can I come in, boss?”

Her boss merely gestures here to enter his cabin and sit. Aditi promptly gets seated in front of the boss.

“What was that Aditi?”

“Sir …”

“There is a difference between a cafetaria and the work cubicle, right?”

“The caller was trying to get personal with me”

“Don’t we go through a training to tackle those kind of callers?”

“No, we don’t.”

(Startled) “Excuse me?”

“Well, sir, he was not getting abusive or anything. He just said that he knows that everyone calls me a nightingale here”

(Pauses a little, thinks) “Must be an old friend of yours”

“I’ve never had a friend called Nishant Vaidya.”

“What?”

“Why is that surprising? Am I supposed to have a friend by that name?”

(laughs) “No, I mean. Are you sure the person’s name was Nishant Vaidya?’

“Yes sir.”

“Did you check his details on the system?”

“Yes I did. He’s with some firm called NishTECH Valley Pvt. Ltd.”

“He himself called you?”

(With a surprised look and tone) “Yes. Why?”

“So, he had called for a genuine problem or he just wanted to talk with you?”

“The system does not show anything. (Irritated) But what is this about? Do you know him?”

(Pauses, guages Aditi’s mood) “Ah well, sort of. I mean he’s a fellow IT guy.”

There is a discomforting silence in the room. Aditi keeps looking at her boss with an expression that spoke of her smelling something fishy.

The boss finds it difficult to hold any longer and gives up:

“Well, Nishant Vaidya is a NRI …well, not actually an NRI …he is someone who’s in the US for the last 8 years and is now coming back to Ahmedabad.”

Aditi finds things getting increasingly curious, while her boss, for no apparent reason, gets increasingly nervous. And as Aditi merely keeps looking at him, the boss is forced to speak again:

“Well, he’s coming back to Ahmedabad for good. And he wants to grow through the route of acquisition of an IT or ITES Company. For the purpose …(pauses) he’s had two talks with our management too.”

There is now complete silence, as both keep looking at each other, thinking their own, different thoughts. Aditi gradually gets the import of her immediate boss’ last statement, as her face starts getting a little agitated.

“Our Company is getting sold?”

(Thinks for a moment) “Well, let’s say some other management might takeover this Company.”

“Oh come on sir. At 3 in the morning, you don’t want to give me political correctness, do you?”

“I’m just doing my job.”

“No, you are not.”

The boss looks startled.

“If you were doing your job, you would have told us earlier that we might lose our jobs soon.”

“Hey, who talked of anyone losing jobs here!”

“Doesn’t that happen all the time in the case of change of ownership?”
“It doesn’t…”
“Oh, so those rumours were all correct! Oh my God! Kavita and Piyush were talking about this, like two months ago. Oh my God, has it been happening for that long?”

“You trust Kavita and Piyush? I’m amazed.”

“Well, why not? They are my colleagues.”

“Oh I see. So what was it when a certain Team Leader called Aditi had claimed that all that those two want to do is to get into each other’s pants!”

(Gets just a bit defensive) “So? That doesn’t make them unreliable.”

The boss can’t help but break into a sarcastic half smile:

“Aditi, we’re wasting our time here. I think you should go back to your workstation.”

Aditi, never a person who could leave a matter without seeing it’s logical conclusion gets irritated; and speaks just a bit loudly. Not much, and yet, a bit too loudly for a boss:

“And do what, wait to be kicked out of the job?”

(With a stern, piercing look) “Ms Aditi, let’s not forget the hierarchy of this office.”

(Almost immediately, sensing her mistake) “I’m sorry sir. But sir, why haven’t we been told about this?”

“Simply because it is Nishant Vaidya who has come up with the proposal – out of the blue, just last week. No one of our management had even given any thought to such a scenario before that …”

(Pauses, as both continue their look on each other)

“And I’m only your boss. I’m not the Company’s boss. I’m not involved in a $1 Million deals …even at 38”

(”Oops! His raw nerve, again”) “I’m sorry sir. I didn’t mean to reach here. But I just believe that management not telling their employees about a possible sale of their Company is just not done. I think I’ll have to rethink about this job.”

The boss, almost immediately, breaks into a wry smile.

“You’re so predictable, Aditi. And so lovely. Please don’t change.”

“Where did that come from sir?”

(Smiles) “Never mind. Go to your desk. You’re still working for this Company. Till 6 in the morning anyway, right?”
Aditi reaches back to her desk. And the moment she sits down, the phone rings …

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To  be continued …