Four mannequins in a Jayanagar shop window.
One in a wedding ghagra choli, awaiting her turn to be called. Did she hear the hooves of the horses of her Prince C?
The next mannequin, in a pink lace gown, she looked away from the looker. Or did she want to avoid Prince C, who might get there soon?
The other two mannequins that stood in between, they did not have heads, and so they could have looked in any direction. Or the directions in which they could look didn't exist.
Or something like that.
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