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He was crouched in front of dirty shoes, hands toiling away. “Arre baba, see this spot!” the man said. Swish, swish, he went for the umpteeth time that hot afternoon.

All done, with shining eyes, he put words together on the discarded newspaper – “60th Year of Independence”.

Swish, swish, he wondered what that headline meant.