They got here by boat. Alighted at the Gateway of India. Just like King George V and Queen Mary in 1911. How charmingly decadent.
As Khush says, hating terrorists is hungry work. Seems to be ages since either of us ate last. Time to forage for sustance to prop up our vigil through my night and his dawn. Spicy, oily bhurji, lightly toasted pao/bun maska and garam chai (I use the word chai with a great deal of poetic license. Gently brewed second flush makaibari). Fit for a true Mumbaikar, at the last bastions of Irani restaurants, Stadium restaurant.
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