Question

Mr Kapasi was forty-six years old, with receding 12 hair that had gone completely silver,
but his butterscotch 13 complexion and his unlined brow14
, which he treated in spare
moments to dabs of lotus oil balm, made it easy to imagine what he must have looked
like at an earlier age. He wore grey trousers and a matching jacket-style shirt, tapered
at the waist, with short sleeves and a large pointed collar, made of a thin but durable 15
synthetic16 material. He had specified both the cut and the fabric to his tailor- it was his
preferred uniform for giving tours because it did not get crushed during his long hours
behind the wheel.
Through the windshield he watched as Ronny circled around the goat, touched it quickly
on its side, then trotted back to the car.
'You left India as a child?' Mr Kapasi asked when Mr Das had settled once again into the
passenger seat.
'Oh, Mina and I were both born in America, Mr Das announced with an air of sudden
confidence. 'Born and raised. Our parents live here now. They retired. We visit them
every couple years!
He turned to watch as the little girl ran toward the car, the wide purple bows of her
sundress flopping on her narrow brown shoulders. She was holding to her chest a doll
with yellow hair that looked as if it had been chopped, as a punitive measure, with a
pair of dull scissors.(translate in punjabi)​

Answer 1

Answer:

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Explanation:

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