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|Citation:||Challa, P. (June 05, 2020) Tickets, Please. Louisiana Literature|
|Abstract:||Chandu was in the conductor’s seat by the doorway, clutching a ticket-holder, savoring the weight of the iron rod, cool to the touch, to which the tickets were strung like ribbons. In the distance, the white petals of the Lotus Temple opened up to the sun, and Chandu thought of Neetu―of the afternoon they spent together at the temple, sitting with her on the wide steps, then in the garden, legs stretched out on the grass, shoulders touching, she in her green salwar and white dupatta veil, her lips and tongue red from the Amul colored ice.|
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