Setting: A dusty courtyard in a village. Mami is vigorously churning buttermilk. Bhanja sneaks toward the gate, holding a flashy smartphone.

(Without looking up) If you take one more step toward that fair, I’m telling your Mama you broke his favorite hookah.

But Mami, look at this! (He plays the video on his phone). We could be stars. We’ll film a dance right here. You do the ghunghat flip, I’ll do the city-boy shuffle. We’ll go viral on the "mp4" apps!

Sharp-tongued, dressed in a vibrant ghagra-choli, always suspicious.