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The waiting room at the courthouse was packed as usual. It was midday after all. The clock was nearing noon and Desai was starting to feel his tummy rumble. He looked at the mobile phone in his hand and saw the message he'd received. Ah yes! Aswad would be a lovely choice at lunchtime. It was always so difficult to get a table there on the weekdays. Finally, he would be able to enjoy the mango curry and the special Marathi Thali.
