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Many years ago I was invited to Lahore for a film festival. Lahore in many ways resembled the Delhi/Panipat of my childhood memories, especially because in my host’s home hummed ‘desert cooler’ filling the house with it’s signature khus ka fragrance. I felt very very nostalgic in a way that I can recall exactly now.

My favourite cooler story - our cooler in Panipat was a mosquito genocide machine. Every morning, the Hamada would sweet away a sea of dead mosquitoes that this cooler had claimed from the night before. However, it was hungry for more than mosquito lives:

One afternoon, I sat doing my homework - much like you - drawing solace from this beloved appliance, when I heard a ‘bump-bump’. Something damp fell on me.

It was the dismembered tail of a lizard - sliced off neatly by the cooler blades. God knows what happened to its owner. I’m thankful that it wasn’t the Lizard’s head that was deposited on my meth homework.

Thanks Anandi - loved reading this one.

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Thanks a lot for reading and sharing this Vasant. Yes I’ll surely head over to your newsletter now!

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