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And I was a boy again,
And the friends of my youth were there beside me,
And nothing had changed.

I wasn't just a daydreamer; I was a star-dreamer.

You could get a good idea of the popularity of a film by looking at the number of bicycles ranged outside.

...and the watchman with the lamp who would always remain a firefly for those travelling thousands, as he lit up the darkness for steam engines and leopards.

Creakings and whisperings, as though the trees were coming alive, stretching their limbs in the dark, shifting a little, flexing their fingers.

It is safer in the jungle than in the town. No rascals out here. Only last week, when I went into the town I had my pocket picked! Leopards don't pick pockets.

If I am not for myself,
Who will be for me?
And if I am not for others,
What am I?
And if not now, when?

"How can they cut such a big country?" But even as we chatted about the possibility, Nehru, Jinnah and Mountbatten and all those who mattered were preparing their instruments for major surgery.

There really was a "Calypso" Christmas.