The Golden Master
Bangalore in the seventies was a city of dust and diesel, a sprawling industrial sprawl where the air hung heavy with burning rubber and the promise of progress that never quite arrived. The streets were arteries pumping with rickshaws and trucks, the noise a constant, grinding hum that settled into the bones. I was Suresh Siddiqui, an undertaker’s apprentice of thirty-four, standing in the...
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