Spidering... Tara mused
Forking out that scrap of white, that slip of heavy gsm, giving with one hand, receiving with another... mapping, jotting, chatting, sipping, flitting, flocking... Ah, another Mumbai day (or night)
Spidering... such a desi thing, darlings
Trotting out your wife's uncle's nephew's name or figuring out Mrs. Who's Who's friend's boss's ex-girlfriend and striking up chitter-chatter
Spidering... such an endless spate of it, babe
The automatic teller machines, the quick card Murugans, the weilders of imagined power, the flippers of the business card
Spidering
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