My car creaked on road bumps. The regular mechanic had said that I should go to the body shop because it relates to the body and not the engine.

I went to the body shop early in the morning, a ramshackle collection of battered bodies in several stages of disrepair. Some up on ramps, some still fresh from the battering of a recent accident, some being painted, some being scrapped, some being plastered with a base coat of primer and some just left to rot. It was like the accident care unit of a hospital with patients with broken limbs too numb to shout for assistance.

It was not clear as to who was in charge. The guys in the office with computers weren't. They only dealt with collecting money and issuing computer print outs of how much one should pay. On my query on who was in charge, I was asked to look for Kumresh.

Kumresh was a confident quiet man in his thirties. The ash and turmeric marks on his forehead pronounced his daily prayers. He was a typical working class manager. No polite words of introduction or clear expression of his leadership position came from him. Just a look of...

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