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own Yir Mohan Lal looked at himself in the mirror of a first class waiting room the railway station. The mirror was obviously made in India. The red oxide at its back had come off at several places and long lines of translucent glass cut across its surface. Sir Mohan smiled at the mirror with an air of pity and patronage. You are so very much like everything else in this country, inefficient, dirty, indifferent," he murmured. The mirror smiled back at Sir Mohan. "You are a bit of all right, old chap," it said, “Distinguished, efficient-even handsome. That neatly-trimmed moustache - the suit from Saville Row with the carnation in the buttonhole -- the aroma of eau de cologne, talcum powder and scented soap all about you! Yes, old fellow, you are a bit of all right." Sir Mohan threw out his chest, smoothed his Balliol tie for the umpteenth time and waved a goodbye to the mirror. He glanced at his watch. There was still time for a quick one. "Koi Hai!" A bearer in white livery appeared through a wire gauze door. "Ek Chota," ordered Sir Mohan, and sank into a large cane chair to drink and ruminate. Outside the waiting room, Sir Mohan Lal's luggage lay piled (change the mode off narration)​

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