"I'm glad I am out of Bhagalpur. Phew! I'm born to reside in a big metro, and not some small town."
I heard a haughty voice on the opposite side of my train berth. I leaned. A young lady, clad in gorgeous silk saree, was demeaning her ancestral place among her friends.
I couldn't stop myself. "Ma'am, excuse me, but your saree is beautiful."
"I bought it from a mall in Noida. It's the world famous Tussar Silk." She boasted.
"Do you know where Tussar Silk Sarees are manufactured?"
"No," She shrugged.
She watched dumbstruck when I answered, "Bhagalpur."
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