It's 2 pm on a Sunday, and Jodhpur is sleeping. The last time I was here, it was 1987, and I was five. My father was posted here as a captain in the Indian army. Those were the days of drives in three-ton Army trucks to picnics in the desert. Today, as I pass by vast stretches dotted with shrubs, listening to Lucky Ali, it all comes flooding back.

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