“What’s this?” Rohan asked, wincing as a pothole splashed water inside.
Instead, the driver, a cheerful older man named Bhaskar, had his phone connected to a small speaker. A song Rohan didn’t recognize was playing—a fast beat, a trumpet flourish, and a voice singing in spirited Hindi. Bollywood Songs New
Rohan was having a terrible week. His presentation at work had flopped, his phone battery was dead, and now the Mumbai rain had trapped him under a bus stop’s tin roof. He finally flagged down a rickety auto-rickshaw, hoping for a silent, grumpy ride home. “What’s this
“Who is this?” he asked, pulling out his now-damp notepad. “What’s this?” Rohan asked