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Anna was surprisingly tense. He had given at
least 200 concerts before, including far more important ones, but he was edgy
all morning. He tuned and re-tuned his mridangam every fifteen minutes, until
even he couldn’t tell the difference between the sound before and after the
tuning. He then took to ironing his veshti with a vengeance. The dhobi had done
a stellar job, but Anna wasn’t satisfied. He had chosen a kurta on the previous
day - something he’d never done before - but that morning, he decided to fish
another one out. This one was crumpled.