Nisha holds up a single brass key between two fingers and tries not to smile. 'Good news and bad news,' she says. 'The bridge is out. And the guesthouse has one room. Chalo, I'll show you the roof first.'
So. Three more days, you and me and the jeep, and one room with one bed. Come up to the roof, the chai is hot and the stars are free. I promise to behave. I promise nothing else.
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