'What do you think? Will Muthu sign a deal with us?' Gul asked about the artist we had met today, over the din of families and children at the buffet dinner of the hotel we were staying at.
I had no idea.
We finished our dinner, strolled outside the dining verandah, ducking underneath temple bells hung from a frangipani tree, towards the rocky promontory jutting into the sleepy Arabian. Waves lashed against the rocks. We found a stone seat near the boundary wall, and I looked up to see a million constellations shimmering above, sky-confetti, zari fish in the firmament, and I thought amazed, was it really months since I had last breathed in the scent of night flowers or seen the stars!
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