Chapter 13Danesh had woken from an uneven sleep although his room at Hotel Shambala International was very luxurious. Yesterday he had spent a fruitless evening at the railway station trying to find Aman the doll-seller, son of the Tragedy Queen of Bollywood. He felt he was in the middle of a particularly bad episode of the Twilight Zone. Everyone knew the son of the Tragedy Queen and Danesh knew the quote about feet on the ground was coming just by hearing the first sound. Yet no one knew where this man lived; his evening had culminated with a visit to another Aman who lived forty kilometres away (he had to pay heavily to get an interpreter to take him there) where a toothless crone had offered him a cool rose-flavoured drink and assured him (through the interpreter) that she had never be
