This is in continuation to my previous two posts.
I get a phone call from an Artisan, who lives as far as Salinas. He tells me that after the games got over, the Army quietly unbolted the bridge and took it away for where it may need it the most, like, Leh, Ladakh or some remote part of the country, somewhere, while their another gang, their music band, played its home made and colonially acquired tunes to the amazement, claps and cheers of the people in the stadium to the conclusion of one more successful games.
