Samarth’s group played a nice Indian fusion in college today.
“Your country is full of shit and you haven’t got anything original. You people copy everything from the western world.” Oliver jeers at Samarth.
Samarth doesn’t reply. His Indian friends are in mood to show Oliver but Samarth holds them back.
Oliver has received a mail this evening.
“To all you moderns,
Hold your breath; it’s a little piece of love from India!
Oliver clicks on the musical file…