Painted and dented musings

By the time the President of India’s son made a spectacular ass of himself on national television I had already spent many hours musing, in a painted and dented sort of way, upon the behaviour of the chief resident of Raisina Hill. Why did he not meet the protesters on the very first day? When the crowds of angry women swelled the next day and tried to get into Rashtrapati Bhavan, why did he not come out and speak to them? Why did he not accept the petition they tried to give him?

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