The American Passport
New Delhi, 2006 (re-edited in 2013)
“That would fetch over a million rupees on the black market, you know.”
I glanced up at my friend Satnam in surprise. I was filling out my guest information in the hotel log book while I waited for him to come meet me to go out to dinner. I had been mentally salivating at the thought of an air-conditioned room. ‘Hot’ doesn’ . . .
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June 12, 2013