A friend and I were strolling one holiday evening through a Park Street neighborhood, looking for a place to dine. My friend suggested Muglai cuisine.
I took notice of the parking attendant’s smile and greeting when he said “chust Urdu.” The doorkeeper opened the door and mumbled something in Urdu that sounded like a nice greeting, too. As we were about to take a seat, a couple of helpers arrive from nowhere and help us settle down.