The whole place had undergone an overnight metamorphosis. It was hard to believe that this particular expanse in the heart of town atop a running medical facility was complying to the norms of social and obligatory restraint that people must exhibit in order to be called as normals.
The ‘Pehchan kaun‘ spirit had enslaved every existing soul, be it the Dancing Divas or their silent admirers. Dressed in cut-up hats and coloured jester spectacles they smiled, laughed, made merry and danced till they dropped.