So there we were, at the Open Book Reunion Show. Conspiring with the waiters to hide and refuse cutleries so to force all of us to either eat with our fingers or improvise. Gossips about romantic moonlight escapades by the lake and other stories from the subcontinent. Reviews. Reflections.




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