It was too late to take a bus, too early to be as hot as it was and too much to hope to go by meter in an auto.
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Indrayani
We reach Lonavala. Enter the Mafia — the regulars. We are graced with two. The older one eyes us, wondering whether we are worthy enough for them to sit next to, which they do, facing each other. The irritation begins.