"Ivy says we should give it back," Dharam said, tilting his ear toward the plant.
"But we got free chai ," Pappu said.
Phir se, hamesha. (Crazy. Mad. Insane. Again, and forever.)
That evening, sitting by the ghats, sipping their chai , Dharam spoke. "You know, we didn't get rich."
And in the distance, Sohanlal—who had been trying to retrieve his diamond—was chased down the street by the same donkey, now wearing a tiny badge Pappu had made for her.
Thus began a chase through the gullies of Varanasi. Pritam, using a dhol as a shield, drummed his way through a spice market, covering the goons in red chili powder. Pappu, convinced the goons were "tax collectors," began pelting them with rotten eggs while reciting fake tax laws. Dharam, still carrying his plant, climbed onto a float of dancers and started singing a love song so off-key that half the goons covered their ears and ran away.