Sorry for Convention Rocking
As the curtain opened, the punk band receded into a collective stupor. The curious crowd was decades older than they had anticipated. Their first big gig, and a bigger miscommunication. Sayantani kept her guitar away, looked up at the lights, prayed and signalled the drummer for a slow beat. She crooned, “Tum ko dekha...”. Saved!
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