My building watchman, all enterprise and enthusiasm, went sleuthing early this morning to find me Bhang for Holi. He is an industrious little man. For whom no odd job is too big or challenging. And I knew he would return successfully. Right enough. He came back triumphantly holding up a small pot. I gave him half. And had the rest myself. The euphoria has yet to set in.

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