As the rains die down, the chanting of "Gorkhaland! Gorkhaland!" resumes. The women in saris begin to stir. It's time to remove their needles. With expert precision, the trainees extract them one by one, careful to deposit them in the plastic candy jar. The sound of a Hindi pop song breaks their concentration. Karma fishes around the folds of the elderly gentleman’s tunic and extracts a cell phone. “Tell her I’ll be home soon,” the gentleman says.
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