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...the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
Jack Kerouac, On The Road

One of many who line Imamwada Road every year, this knife sharpener does flourishing business on the morning of Muharram.

Over tea that he shares with me I discover razor sharp wit and a quick smile. Out of the 100 or so sharpeners I saw, I chose him because of his remarkably characteristic Mughal face.

I overheard one customer telling him not to sharpen the knives too much. They were for his five year old son.

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