But does life change? Does the things worth remembering pile up and those worth forgetting, diminish? Come an unusually besotted patron one day and she switches her address in his favour. Wallowing silently in the memory of her departed lover, she wilfully insulates herself from her present state and instead falls back on books for sweet mental chaos. The prima donna of a famed whore house, Dimple regales her customers with her melancholic eyes and business-like primness and efficiency. In the war of remembering and forgetting, what side do we choose? Or do we choose at all? Isn’t life that, which happens when we are busy planning it? In the seductively opiated heavens of narrow-alleyed Bombay, a membrane-like life of a eunuch is stretched between her dreams and reality. Forgetfulness was a gift, a talent to be nurtured.
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