Kalpana Mohan
Whenever I attend a concert in the December season, I take all the sabha schedules just in case I need to hop from one venue to another. Then I take money for coffee or idli, as the case may be. I also take a shawl, of course, in case my body parts freeze in the funerary cold of places like Narada Gana Sabha where I’m afraid I might petrify by the time the percussionists arrive at their solos. Last of all, I check my bag for a roll: not a roll of paper or a roll of gum but a roll of toilet