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A stormy triangle

'You ready for the take?' A gangling 60-year Amit looked up to Karan, the director, from above his thick, blue frame of progressive lenses and nodded. 'When is she coming?' 'She'll be here anytime now,' Karan chuckled and winked, 'you going cold feet after all these years?' Amit opted to ignore. It wasn't that he was dying to see her;  yes, there was a bit of apprehension, a little discomfort maybe, he wouldn't deny; and then he knew how habituated she was to coming late to sets, sooner she arrived, sooner they'll be done for the day - it was out of this mix of eagerness that he asked; Karan was way younger to understand. 'Guys get your gears ready, chop chop,' Karan clicked fingers to shepherd his team to the centre of the set. There, there, chop, chop - lamb chop, pork chop - these kids, this gen, and their ways of expression, Amit shook his head in disapproval; a tad supercilious he was, he admitted, about how well they manoeu

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