rickshaw wallah!
really. well, i hope i bring you luck. she gives him a sweet smile.
that way, and then to the right. his moment has arrived. he looks at ram.  and thrusts his hips forward, setting off into the insanity of the traffic, eyes flicking left and right. a horn rails at him and a taxi tries to run him down, calling and laugh- ing as hasari jumps in terror.
this is my home address. pick me up promptly at seven each morning.
hasari, where have you been? i've been waiting almost five minutes.
we're not going to school today. you're taking my mother and me to the bara bazar. i'm getting married!
you must remember this shop, hasari, when it's your daughter's time. this is the nicest in the city. the mother gives the school girl a withering look and hustles her into the shop. hasari can just barely hear.