Updated On: 22 January, 2024 01:40 AM IST | Mumbai | Fiona Fernandez
Our sutradhaars hail the dying but once-integral community of kaali-peeli taxiwallahs who negotiate the city and it suburbs minus any tech support

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Pheroze, you’re looking quite groggy… all well, I hope?” Lady Flora enquired about her friend, who seemed a bit slow off the blocks at their midnight adda near the Cathedral. “Well, kind of. I had a disturbed sleep last night and a semi-nightmare. What with the continuous work that went on right below my nose, thanks to the annual marathon. Weren’t you affected?” he asked his friend.
Lady Flora replied, “Of course, I too came in the line of fire. What with all the hammering and yelling out of commands–it was not the best night to rest. But I managed forty winks in the Cathedral once the event began. Poor you.” Sir PM had nodded off by then, so his friend did a mini rescue act by ordering pudina chai for them from their nearby adda. That helped, as he sat upright on the bench, and seemed in a better mood overall. “Pheroze, you mentioned ‘semi-nightmare’...what was that about?” asked Lady Flora, ever the sharp listener.