You thought working in wardrobe would be easy […] Approximately one thousand pinpricks later, you've been banished for getting blood on the saris. And you can't stop singing. 'Under all the chapel eaves, all the roofs and steeples...'
You take your turn in wardrobe […] saris in deep jewel colours, earrings, bangles, slippers covered in little mirrors - and pocket a few bits […] glimpse of the Kashmiri Princess herself, too. She winks at you before turning away.