Wednesday, November 23, 2022

Book review: Smriti ek Doosra Samay Hai by Manglesh Dabral मंगलेश डबराल की पुस्तक - स्मृति एक दूसरा समय है

 



इस पुस्तक की समीक्षा एकदम सरल व आसान है - इसे मत पढिए। 

कुछ ही ऐसे क्षण आते हैं जब इंसान स्वयं को धन्य समझता है, कि उसका पाला फलां इंसान से न कभी पड़ा है, न पड़ेगा। इस पुस्तक को समाप्त करना जीवन के ऐसे ही क्षणों में से एक है। 

यह कविता कोश नहीं है। यह एक किशोर की राजनीतिक शिकायतों का पुलिंदा है। इस में जो छपी हैं वे कविताएँ नहीं है। कहीं वे ऊबड़ खाबड़ सी एक कहानी का रूप ले लेती है, जिसका न सिर मिलता है न पैर। कभी वे बाकी लेखकों के ख्यालों की जुगाली कर के उन्हें पुन: प्रस्तुत करने  का प्रयत्न हैं, कभी पद्य में कहानी बताने की चेष्टा होती है (जैसे कुरिएन की कहानी), कभी गद्य में कोई ख्याल (जैसे तानाशाह)। सब प्रयत्न विफल ही रहते हैं। हाँ, पाठक का समय और पैसा, दोनों भरपूर बर्बाद होते हैं। 

कोई कह सकता है कि किताब इतनी बुरी लग रही थी तो बीच में छोड़ देते, या कोई यह भी कह सकता है कि किताब नहीं पसंद तो उसे दरकिनार करो और आगे बढ़ो। दोनों बातों का जवाब है। 
पहली का तो यह कि लेखक मशहूर हैं। मुझे लगा, पाठक में ही कमी होगी। कोई एक कविता तो अच्छी होगी पूरे संग्रह में। इसी आस में लगे रहे। 

दूसरी बात का जवाब यह है कि अगर कोई भला मानस एक समीक्षा कर देता, तो मेरा समय बच जाता। मन में जो आक्रोश पैदा हुआ इस दर्जे के लेखन को पढ़ कर, वह भी बच जाता। यह समीक्षा बाकी पाठक गण पर उपकार स्वरूप की जा रही है। 

कोई ख्याल नया नहीं है। कोई बात नई नहीं है।
ना विचार पर 'वाह!' निकलती है, ना विचार की अभिव्यक्ति पर। 

मंगलेश जी की और कोई किताब मैंने नहीं पढ़ी है। यदि आपको ये लेखक पसंद है, तो अवश्य पढिए। यदि पहले इन्हें नहीं पढ़ा है, तो रहने दीजिए। 

 

Tuesday, November 22, 2022

Meet the Demons

एक दिन मेरी जां 

मिलना पड़ेगा 

उन सब भूतों से 

जिन्हें गद्दे के नीचे छुपा रखा है 

महंगे मोमजामों की तरह। 


One day, you have to face, 

the monsters under the bed. 

The only way out of a haunted house

is through it. 


ਮਿਲਣਾ ਪੈਸੀ ਕਾਕਾ 

ਓਣਾ ਸਾਰੇਆ ਹੌਕੇਯਾਨ ਨੂਂ 

ਜਿਨਾਨੂ ਲੁਕਾਏਆ ਸੀ 

ਕਵਿਤਾ ਦੇ ਹਰਫ਼ਾਂ ਵਿੱਚ 

Milna paisi kaka, 

onna sareyaan haukeyaan nu, 

jinnanu lukaayaa si 

kavita de harfaan vich 


We have to meet our demons. 

Slay them. 

or Be slayed. 


I did not tell my son about 1947. or 1984. 

Then we went to see a play where the violence of 1947 was shown. In reasonable graphic detail. 

After we came back, I asked him if he found it disturbing. 

He said, "I was curious, so I found out what happened in 1947. And 1984. I already knew." 


I did not attend a wedding for almost 3 years after mine, and even now, it's not a favourite thing to do. One gets by, but that's about it. 

Hiding does not work for demons. Or monsters under the bed. One has to meet them sometime. With age, the time to meet them comes closer. The inevitability of the interaction becomes more and more apparent. 

Not looking forward. But getting ready. Very. Slowly. Someday, there will be enough courage. Amen. 


 


 







Thursday, November 17, 2022

Varnaavali

उसकी कविता में 

'अ' से अत्याचार, 'आ' से आतत्ताई, 

'क' से क्रूरता, 'ह' से हत्या 

की 

वर्णावली है। 


कितनी सुखद बात है 

कि मुझे उसकी कविता 

समझ ही नहीं आती। 

************

उसकी कविता में 

'अ' से अत्याचार, 'आ' से आतत्ताई, 

'क' से क्रूरता, 'ह' से हत्या 

की 

वर्णावली है। 


कितनी सुखद बात है 

कि मुझे उसकी कविता पर 

कतई विश्वास नहीं होता 

मेरी वर्णमाला में 

'अ' से अनार, और 'आ' से आम ही रहते हैं 



Wednesday, November 16, 2022

Random things spoken today while meeting a friend

मैं Piscean हूँ। 

मेरे सपनों में कुछ भी हो सकता है,

इसलिए मुझे यथार्थ की ज़्यादा ज़रूरत नहीं पड़ती। 


Tuesday, November 15, 2022

On being friends

When we meet someone and think of being friends with them, we are probably moved by their talents, their wit, their conversations. 

Those are the wrong things to look at. As friends, that is not the only side we will get to see and deal with. 

Their successes will be a part of their story, yes. But as friends, we will also have to be there when the loves go wrong, when there is grief, betrayal, and sorrow. When you see someone and think of being friends with them, pay attention to their griefs, to the way they handle their sorrows, to whether you respond with empathy or disdain to their struggles. You are not going to be the guy that laughs at their jokes. You are going to be the guy who takes them for a drive when the tears won't stop. 

Do not choose your friends only for how they appear at parties, and whom they know. All that stuff, that's like confetti. It makes your hands all shiny but needs to be washed off as soon as the euphoria is over. Choose them also for how you respond to them instinctively. If you are drawn to them, do not worry about how distant or different the two of you are. Your souls know what they are doing. 


If you find friends using you, choose how much love you can give without resentment. When you start to feel resentment rather than love, at that point, and no later, you must stop. We cannot stop loving our friends, and for that reason, we must stop their taking from us as soon as we realise that they are in a loss making deal - respect is too heavy a price to pay for things and favours. 


कतरनें / Katranein

तुमसे मिलना था। 

जब मर्ज़ी आ जाते। घर तो जानते हो। 

घर तो जानते हैं, घर में अपनी जगह नहीं जानते। 

खाली जगह का एक नियम है, वह भर जाती है। 

 


Sunday, November 13, 2022

Short Story: Hounds and Predators

“Its time, didi” Anand opened her door gently and almost whispered.

She nodded, and got up. Silently, but upright, she covered the distance from the room to the garden, where friends, family, and associates had gathered.

Her husband had made excellent arrangements. There was seating, cooling, refreshments, and a path for the mourners to follow. Some loyal staff from the house and office was working to manage the queue, unbidden. Grief binds people in strange ways.

She took her place in the pandal. The bhajans went on for almost 2 hours. The pandal filled to capacity, then overflowed.

After the bhajans, the family mingled with close relatives. Friends and associates kept a respectful distance and helped themselves to tea and refreshments. This phase was not going to last long. 15 minutes tops. Then the first set of exits would begin and the family would have to take their place near the exit. Which is exactly what happened.

Du, Nishit, and the kids stood silently at the exit with folded hands. This part of the ritual was meant to thank everyone who showed up to share the family’s grief.

Anand, who was a distant relative and house manager, stood on the other side, hands folded and eyes moist.

**************

Du - the only child of Ramjas Chahal, the industrialist. Money is like blood - it attracts hounds and predators automatically. Ramjas, like most self-made industrialists, was watchful as a hawk and maintained his relationships in just the right way. Relatives were welcome to visit, but not to seek financial help. Friends were from similar financial strata, except old friends who were always welcome for most things. Take advantage of the man, however, and you have quite a different thing coming. Vidya, Du’s mother, kept herself satisfied with unlimited money and no interest in the business. Du, on the other hand, was a natural and took to the work like fish to water. Ramjas ji was a very proud father.

And then, Du had met Nishit. And fallen in love. So, Du and Nishit married, and Nishit came to live with them. At first, he made the pretence of looking for his own employment but within 2 years, merged himself with the company.

The household was completed by some staff that had been there for more than a decade – Bimla Tai, the de facto housekeeper, Suranjan, the cook, Amit, the only driver who could drive Ramjas ji’s personal car, and Anand, the only family member who was trusted enough to be employed in the house. Anand was the house manager, confidante, and general doer-of-all-things-that-needed-doing.

Anand had come to the house as a young man, fresh out of Grade 12. Ramjas ji had hosted him for a while in the house while he did job hunting. Within that time, Ramjas ji recognized the talent of this boy and his inherent, incorruptible honesty, and offered him the role of house manager.

And now, 18 years later, Ramjas ji had passed away. Vidya ji was already gone. The next generation was full and well in the saddle.

 ************

Barely six months later, Du attempted suicide out of grief. The loss of her only surviving parent, her mentor, and her everything, had been too much. She had tried therapy and other things, but it was just too much to bear. Her suicide note was emailed directly to the police, so that her family, and especially her children, faced no hardship because of her selfish action. She simply could not go on.

It was just that Constable Uday needed to buy bhajjis from just that store, otherwise his mother-in-law would have fried him as well. And that was what saved Du. As soon as the police control room read the email, they immediately alerted all beats and one beat happened to be off route by as much as 5 kms (which in Mumbai traffic, is one hour) – but in the direction of Du’s house. They were at Du’s house in under 10 minutes and since emetic action is part of training, the police officers were able to revive her successfully. If touch and go had an illustration, this would be it.

As always happens in high-profile cases, Du vehemently denied that she had attempted suicide or sent that email. She even asked for the cyber cell to be involved. But the police are always smarter. Nishit was also interrogated. But they really found nothing to implicate him. If anything, he had been very mindful of his wife’s grief. He had almost single handedly taken over parenting full time. He had resigned from all work roles, leaving Du to manage things in office as she pleased. He had accompanied her to therapy sessions, taken her out on holidays, organized get-togethers with people she liked. He had confided to his friends, however, that his struggles were going unaddressed. Though not as close as Du, he was also attached to his father-in-law, and having to deal with two losses – of his fil and his wife as he knew her, coupled with the additional responsibility of being the full-time parent to one teenager and one 8-year-old – it was not easy on him. The police found out that as of last month, Nishit had also secretly started taking therapy.

The house staff was interrogated too. They all confirmed the same sequence of events. Mam was depressed but not suicidal. Sir was just God’s gift to Durga ma’m and the kids.

Bimla Tai, who had also taken care of Du as a child, was more tearful than the others. “I did not take care of even my own child the way I cared for Du beti. Seeing her like that was so heartbreaking, I wish I was lying there instead of her. May no mother have to see what I had to see that day.”

Amit, who had taken to driving Durga didi now, was equally surprised. “She barely spoke after sahab died. But when she did, she was confident and kind. No, sir, I don’t think she would try to kill herself. Because she was aware of her duties – to the company, and I think, to her children.”

Suranjan was the only one who said that he had very little interaction with Durga ji, since Nishit bhaiya now took care of the household. He had nothing to contribute to the interrogation.

Since nothing significant had happened to Du, the case was closed and filed. And that was that.

 

Until, September, 2024. A good 4 months later.

This time, there was no suicide. Du just lost control of her car and it crashed. There were no survivors. Du was alone in the car. She crashed against the wall of a flyover. Bam!

Was Durga depressed? Her house staff, especially Bimla Tai, refuted that idea vehemently. She was definitely recovering. Maybe her medicines made her cocky and adventurous. Maybe that is why she accelerated from 60 to 100 within seconds.

Du’s car was a luxury sports sedan that was all bells and whistles. It had the latest features inside and the top-end safety features inside and outside. In a crash, the zillion air bags should have deployed and saved her. But they didn’t.

The body was handed to the family after post mortem and the police was about to close the case as an accident caused due to overspeeding, when one mischievous post on social media created a flutter – “What use are luxury cars if they can’t save our lives?” said the post. It was made from an anonymous account.

Immediately, it was as if a floodgate had been opened. Hundreds of people reported lives lost in luxury cars when security features did not work as intended. The brand of car that Du was driving got special attention, of course.

This public clamour and the sheer number of cases made the Ministry sit up and take notice. India CEOs of all luxury brands were called and asked to demonstrate their safety features in crash tests to be conducted in India.

Obviously, this led to clamour. International luxury carmakers do not demonstrate safety to third world governments. Politely, but firmly, by the minister himself, no less, were these czars informed that if the crash tests were not demonstrated in Indian labs, their road safety certification would not be valid in India.

The carmakers asked for 6 months to comply with this requirement. After a very generous donation to the right funds, this request was approved.

 ***************

And that is how the Durga Ramjas Death Case was officially reopened and handed to Rahul. 

He was specially chosen for this case by the higher ups for very simple reasons – One, he loved cars. Two, he loved technology. He had put two unsuccessful applications for a vacancy in the national cybercrime team. Three, he was an IPS officer, which meant that some level of gravitas and intelligence could be expected and a CBI enquiry could be averted by the state police.

****************

The case had to start from somewhere, so it started from the car. The airbags had not deployed. But why? The car manufacturing company said that this was because the car was traveling at a very high speed at the time of impact and therefore there wasn’t enough time to deploy airbags. They also created illustrations to prove what happens in the event of a crash at such high speeds. The crash tests in labs are done at half that speed, they argued.

The illustrations soon made their way to social media and people started to argue about the human error component of this accident. Why speed on a road like this?

Rahul heard the luxury car maker. It took all his self-control to not burst out laughing.

“How is impact detected?”

“By a sensor on the outside – all around the frame, there are sensors. As soon as even one is activated, all air bags deploy immediately.”

“Did the sensors fail this time?”

“No. The sensors must have detected the crash but the deployment takes 0.3 seconds, and we did not have that much time because of the speed.”

“Then why can your cars go at that speed?”

“With all due respect, sir, following the speed rules of the country is the obligation of the driver.”

“Hmmm… this is a connected car, no?”

“Yes sir, it is connected to the user’s devices through Bluetooth. But unfortunately, that device was also destroyed in the crash. So, we have no access to logs. But the cctv footage clearly shows how fast the car was going.”

And that was that. The government increased the fines on rash driving all over the country.

Luxury car makers were asked to deploy speed jammers above the speed of 80. Politely but firmly, they declined.

************

God knows whether it was a desire to see the house that made him do it, or just idle curiosity. But Rahul made an appointment with Nishit to discuss the case at the latter’s house.

Nishit was very welcoming. He would have to invite his parents to stay with him soon, to take care of the kids, or send them to a hostel. Du used to take care of the office because she was so much better at it. But now, if he had to manage everything alone…. Well, it simply wasn’t possible.

“Mr. Nishit, I am sorry, I have to ask – who inherits the wealth?”

“Well, there are three parts – me and the children. The children get everything that she got from her father. But I am the Trustee until they turn 18. I get some of her shares in companies. No one else gets anything significant. All the loyal members of the staff, and some extended family members get a few lakhs each.”

“Are you much richer?”

“Not really. But even if I was, how would it matter? Have you seen my life? Would you wish this even upon an enemy?”

Rahul agreed that he would not.

Anand was invited to join them.

Anand mentioned that Durga didi was not like her father. She had inherited the same astute judgement about business, but not the wisdom of understanding people and their potential. “Durga didi would not have offered me the job of the house manager, for sure.” Anand concluded.

“Was she polite and nice to the staff?” Rahul asked.

“Yes, she was. She was warm and kind. Just not a good judge of people. She sometimes hired people who were not the right fit for the culture of this household. Sometimes, she scolded the children unnecessarily. With Ramjas ji and Vidya ji, one of us, usually Bimla Tai, would save the children from the parents. But with Durga didi, you could not interfere when she was scolding. Even bhaiya could not always step in. So, in those ways, she was different. She was more… formula driven and less personal. Like Ramjas ji or Nishit bhaiya will get a gift for every member of the staff based on what we need in that year. But Durga didi would give me a budget and ask me to order the same thing for everyone. That was her style of working.”

“Nishit ji, was Durga ji a rash driver?”

“She was a good driver. But whether she was going to be rash depended on her mood. Some days, she was. Some days, she wasn’t. She loved this car and would not let any one else touch it. Every weekend, she took this car for a spin. Sometimes she took me, usually she went alone.”

“Like this time?”

“Like this time.”

“Thank you for your time. I am sorry about the trouble caused by this social media post.”

“At least it has told people that luxury cars cannot save their lives. Maybe they will drive more safely now.” Nishit concluded as he opened the door for Rahul using a voice command on his smart home app.

“Oh wow! You have the full Adora Home suite! How lovely!”

“Yes,” Nishit smiled for the first time, “Anand got us to install this. He is the tech wizard in the house. He knows all about these latest things. He told me that I don’t have to call the staff for simple things like drawing a curtain, or raising the temperature of the room, or turning on the fan, etc. He takes care of most shopping, but I like to stock up on the girls’ favourite things, school supplies, books, etc. myself. It is such a blessing since we installed it. This thing is being used in so many homes nowadays.”

“That is true. Take Care. ” Rahul waved a bye on his way to the car. The meeting ended with almost a sense of friendliness. Camaraderie, at the very least.

***************

Rahul knew he could (and should) close the case on negligent driving. But he didn’t. He spent night after night on his laptop, reading and making notes.

The fatigue showed during the day, and within a week he was warned about his absentmindedness or lethargy. But the nightly research continued.

A week later, he made a progress report to his seniors. They approved his plan of action. The case was not going to be closed.

***************

As in most investigations, speed was key. The warrants were delivered and assets seized on the same day. In fact, at the same time.

The cyber research office, Rahul’s dream office, became his war room for 2-3 days. The guys here were really good. He was beginning to understand why he had been rejected. IPS was not good enough. These guys were top notch white hatters.

At the end of the third day, they had their case.  

All that remained now was a presentation and then more warrants.

Rahul was apprehensive. “Is this conclusive? No doubt at all?”

Satyam, his SPOC at the cyber unit patted his shoulder, “Relax, Tiger. We got this.”  

The presentation was made and the warrants were immediately issued.

**************

It took them two days, but then he cracked. The best way to disarm an educated culprit is to show him proof. That is what they did.

“I know how you did this. I just want to know why.” Rahul said kindly when he knew the guy was going to crack.

“Oldest reason in the book, sir – money.”

“You could have polished off a little bit at a time and no one would know. You don’t even directly benefit from the will. Why do this at all? And why now?”

“See, I am not a thief. That is why Ramjas sir had given me the keys to the house. He also ensured that I remain well-watered. So, no greed. He had his money and I had mine.  But his daughter had no tameez – no manners. She did not treat me like Ramjas ji and Vidya ji. And I did not want to steal. I am not a thief.”

“But you are a murderer?”

“I will explain it to you like this. There is a tap and a plant near the tap. The tap gives out water which keeps the plant alive. Now, the plant does not want all the water of the tap. Only enough to keep his life going and growing. One day, the tap decides that it will not give any more water to the plant. Now, the plant can either die, or it can break the tap. If the plant is a survivor, what will it do?”

“How do you get money as a result of her death?”

“I don’t get the money. My tap restarts. That is more important. And you have to remember, I did not expect to get suspected. Like, ever.”

“That part is true. You are a genius. In the first case, you put the drug in her bitter morning drink, using her automated dispenser for the job.  The email was a touch of perfection. But then, the police car reached in time to pump her out. No one believed her when she said she had not sent that email or attempted suicide. It was her IP, her id, her everything.

In the second case, you hacked the car. Durga did not crash the car. You did. From this house. The car company’s servers tell us that they knew what had happened and had to stop the truth coming out no matter what. They didn’t know WHO had done it. But they knew WHAT had been done. Where did you learn to code like that?”

“I just like coding. Why do you think I got Nishit bhaiya to invest in the full smart home solution? Did you know that most smart home solutions use open-source core to save money? What is easier to hack than open-source code?”

  

Anand was charged.

***************

Rahul and Satyam were preparing for their final debrief to their joint seniors.

“But Rahul…” Satyam looked up from his laptop.

“Yes?” Rahul responded.

“How did you know where to look?”

“The car companies told me.”

Satyam: “Sorry?”

Rahul: “The diligence with which they hid the fact that this was a smart car, connected to their servers and all communication, including voice communication within the car, is backed up almost instantaneously on their servers. That’s how I knew that this was a smart car crash. Then, it was just a matter of finding out who was tech savvy enough in her circle to do this and get away with it.

The rest, we did together – surveillance of all smart cameras, smart speakers, cloning smartphones, IP tracing, until we zeroed in on our hero man.”

“Well, at least this time it’s not the husband.” Satyam shrugged.

“Thank God, Satyam. The kids need him.” Rahul mentioned quietly.  

 


Monday, November 07, 2022

Book Review: Chullu bhar Chandni by Viky Arya

 


विकि जी की कविताएँ मुझे बेहद पसंद हैं। 

यह कविता संग्रह मेरे लिए और भी खास है! 

इसमें एक नई विधा है - कज़ल - ग़ज़ल जैसी, पर ग़ज़ल नहीं। 


विकि जी की रचनाओं की खासियत ये है कि वे आपके मन में एक खिड़की सी खोल देती हैं, जो आपको चिरपरिचित दृश्यों में भी कुछ नया, अनूठा दिखा सकता है! 


इस कविता संग्रह की समीक्षा करने का सबसे अच्छा तरीका कदाचित यह होगा कि उन खिड़कियों में से कुछ मैं आपको दिखा दूँ। 


बात अब लफ्जों में होने लगी 

दोस्त होने लगे अजनबी - अजनबी 


छू आओ आसमां, जहां घूम आओ, कार्तिकेय! 

दुनिया घर में होती है, ये सच गणेश जानते हैं! 


बड़ी शिद्दत से जाल जो बुनता है, 

सब्र से तुम्हारी राह देखता 

मछली, बोलो, क्या गरीब मछुआरा, 

कभी तुमको शातिर लगता है? 


तब पका करते थे नित नए खयाली पुलाव 

अब पुराने बासमती सी महक उठती है। 


बचा तो तू भी नहीं, मुझको मिटाने वाले 

मैं बस पलक से गिरा, तू नज़र से गिर गया! 


जग भर की शिकायतें उस से 

जो ज़रा अपना सा लगे 

कसौटी पे चढता वही 

जो खरा सोने सा लगे 


मुश्किल था पर सीख लिया, 

औरों को अनसुना कर, 

आगे बढ़ना 

फिर खुद ही आ गया 

खुद को भी अनसुना करना 

बढ़ते जाना। 


जिन में महके एक भी संदल, 

डर डर कर रहते वो जंगल 


जानें शहर बातें सारी, 

बस, जानें न ये दांव 

एक इशारे पर एकजुट 

कैसे हो जाते गाँव! 


करनी थीं दूर सलवटें 

माथे पे पड़ी हुई 

हुआ यूं कि इस्तरी से 

कमीज़ जल गई 


इस किताब को जरूर पढ़ें! 

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Sunday, November 06, 2022

Film Review: Enola Holmes 2

 Oh my dear, dear Enola Holmes 2... what you could have been, and what you ended up being.

You had everything.. a great cast, an Art Director straight out of a director's dreams, great costumes, music, research.. absolutely everything..down to the detail of the chaperone and the dance card - even an actual historical event as backdrop - and you had to fumble on the story and have plotholes?! Why?
When an average movie insults our intelligence with its bizzare plotholes, we feel bad, but it's one factor in many, and therefore, easy to ignore. But when your pathetic plotholes kill an entire movie for us.. My dear, that is so hard to forgive.
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We love the chemistry and the Oh! So sweet romance.. though why the Lordships rain in films I have no idea.
We love Sherlock.. and the twist to his character.. we miss Dr. Watson and Mycroft.
We LOVE Sarah Chapman, Bessie, and their characters.

That bathroom scene deserves a standing ovation.. for the level of detail that went into it.. the powder stool and mirror, the bathtub, the curtains.. i could not take eyes off that background and the detail in it.
We love the fight scenes.. until that 30-minute climax fight that is part fantasy and a lot more poor lighting. (next time, call Veeru Devgan for these long fight scenes. We know how to do this right).
We don't understand how, after losing his son, the father stands and stares from the railing as the girls support the very thing for which his only son was murdered.
We don't quite get how weeks of campaigning to get the match girls to strike is reduced to a pathetic 5-minute scene involving some stomping of boots and a rather insipid speech.
We don't understand, first of all, why Sarah Chapman needed to hide at all. And that deciphering of the address of the Love Nest.. oh please!!
Dear Enola Holmes 3.. Please be better! You deserve it, and we deserve it. We totally love you. Just not like this.