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Went out to Rangoli—one of the better Indian restaurants in town—last night with a friend. We were their first customers of the evening, and after our meal we were still the only customers in the place. Before we left, I happened to pull out the mail I’d picked up on my way out of the house.

As usual, my mail had been secured with an elastic band. I discarded most of the pile and looked into something particular. When I looked up, my friend, a trained classical pianist, was having fun twanging away at the rubber band, trying to match the pitch of the restaurant’s background music.

With a huge smile of accomplishment she looked up at me, the only other non-Indian in the room, made a show of atonally twanging the rubber band a few more times, and loudly proclaimed, in complete seriousness, “Look! I can play Indian music!”

All I can say is I’m glad we’d already paid and were about to leave!