Wednesday Malayalam: Ranam, Desi Detroit

Well, I know at least one of you also watched this, so the two of us can have a nice discussion about non-toxic masculinity and Prithviraj being hot.

I dragged myself out to the movie theater again, after seeing Manmarziyaan on Friday, because I just had to see this movie.  Partly because Prithviraj, partly because I was curious about the topic (desis in Detroit), but mostly because I had stumbled across the title song several months back and fell in love with it.  It is SO GOOD, I just had to see the movie that surrounded it.

The movie doesn’t quite live up to the song.  But it comes close!  It really does try to dig in and understand the way aging American industrial cities are struggling and surviving.  It misses some vital points, but it really isn’t terribly far off.  I should have known a Malayalam film would understand worker issues.  Marxism really does travel well!

There are a few things that the film gets wrong which itched away at me and distracted me.  I love it when Indian movies are set in places I am familiar with, but then I pay the price by noticing the missed steps.  The thing with Detroit (and Chicago to a lessor degree) is that the problem isn’t Detroit itself, it’s the areas around it.  Thanks to a combination of factors (cheap cars and cheap gas, the killing of public transit, and the GI Bill funding home purchases) in the 1950s there was a mass exodus from midwestern cities of anyone middle class or above.  Leaving the inner cities to only the lower income workers.  Which also meant the tax base for the funding of the cities was eroded.  The schools, public transit, general infrastructure kept declining and declining.  While the suburbs that fed on the city flourished and became wealthier and wealthier.  Of course, there was also a strong racial component.  The phenomenon known as “white flight” encouraged those who could afford it to move out of the inner cities and into enclaves where the public schools, public libraries, and other public services paid by their high tax dollars were state of the art, and also sparklingly white.

The simple solution, to take suburban money and pour it back into the city, has failed over and over again in state after state.  Including mine, which features the 17th best public high school in America (104 million dollars just spent on a new renovation), and the elementary school I attended where we had classes in the boiler room.  But the suburban people are really not thrilled when it is suggested that their money be taken out of the 100 million dollar renovation for the school their kids will go to, and given to the school miles and miles away where some child they’ve never met is learning to read upside down because there aren’t enough textbooks to go around (also me.  Good times!).

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(The new pool.  It’s like something out of Student of the Year, isn’t it?  All paid with tax dollars, while just a few miles away in a different city, elementary schools are struggling to buy textbooks.  The property tax system of funding is terribly broken)

The schools are the most shocking glaring example, but it’s more than that.  The suburban money doesn’t go to the roads, the libraries, the police department, the public transit, any of the overworked and over used public needs of the city that supports their communities, gives them the economic base that keeps them going.  That’s the missing ingredient in this film, and it’s kind of a big one.  Yes, Detroit’s issues are broadly class and race based.  Yes there are a random collection of people who are all affected in different ways.  But those people are not going to be living close together.  The class division is a geographical one as well.  And it is a division that crosses racial lines, within the desi community, in a way that this film doesn’t fully investigate.  Detroit is surrounded by up and coming communities where successful desi engineers, doctors, and academics live comfortable lives.  There is no sense of how that community interacts (or fails to interact) with the working class desi community in the inner city.  In my limited experience, that is one of the most interesting things about immigrant communities in America, the way primary allegiance to the greater class community versus the greater ethnic community shifts back and forth depending on the situation.

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(Richa Gangopadhyay, born about an hour and a half outside of Detroit, son of a tech company executive and a museum manager, winner of the Miss India Michigan pageant and star of Mirchi)

That’s the overarching thing that bothers me a little bit, the sense that they are missing the way this city truly functions (or fails to).  But there’s lots of little stuff too.  For instance, the younger characters are described as going to college or high school scene to scene.  They are young enough that they can’t drive, so in America that would be high school.  And the kind of scenes we see in the school are high school as well, cafeteria conversations and hanging out on the basketball court and so on.  But in India, that might be college.  And so the dialogue slips occasionally.  There’s a lot of little things like that, stuff that doesn’t quite match.

And the big thing, English dialogue!  Ugh!  I figured out why it bothers me, I think.  Or rather, I know why it bothers me (because it is bad) but I figured out the manner in which it is bad.  It’s the vocabulary, that’s what bothers me.  It’s technically correct, but it is always the most basic and boring and unpoetic version of the statement.  There aren’t even contractions used.  And of course the delivery is particularly bad in a film like this where some of the characters are intended to be American by birth, meaning they have to deliver it in an American accent which is flattens out any intonation or fluidity because all the focus has to be on the pronunciation.  It’s much easier in films set in India, the English can be the casual Indian English with natural accents and non-English words thrown in to add the shadings and vocabulary.  The western set films where they attempt to do full English are just BLECH.

(See?  Great trialer, and then the English dialogue lands like a wet sock)

Other stuff I didn’t like, the stories weren’t quite as locked together and poignant as they needed to be.  Some of it worked, notably the Prithviraj-Isha Talwar track, but some of it was just a little confused and unclear.  There wasn’t the inevitable Greek tragedy feeling that there needed to be, the way every single piece should be fitting together with every other one.  And there wasn’t the sense that we were seeing just a few random people out of millions in the area, it felt like maybe we were seeing every single Malayalam in the greater Detroit area, all of whom coincidentally interacted with each other.

But then there’s that song.  Which is just so very very good.  And it gets at the heart of what is good in this movie.  It sincerely tries to explore the reality of all these people in pain who can’t quite touch each other even as they live their lives just a few miles away from each other.  Prithviraj running, Isha Talwar dancing, and so on and so on.  And the way the reality of their life mixes classical Indian music, English rap, and American style rap sung in Malayalam.

That’s what makes me glad I saw this movie.  It’s Nirmal Sahadev’s first movie as a director, but he assisted on Ivide, another movie that told a story of life in America.  He experienced America himself, studied in Atlanta and New York.  And he wrote the script for Hey Jude, another movie that managed to build a connection between characters that should not have made sense.  I was hoping for that kind of a film again, and I got it.  A story no one else is telling in America or India, the story of the immigrants who are struggling to build a life in a place that doesn’t really want them.

(Lovely song, until the English dialogue at the end, blech)

Well, that and Prithviraj.  Prithviraj can play a lot of things, but there is something peculiarly beautiful when he plays a wounded warrior.  The muscle who isn’t supposed to have a brain or a heart, the one no one notices who is secretly as much of a victim as those he attacks.  Who doesn’t think he is worthy of love or hope or a better future but will selflessly sacrifice himself for those things for others.  This is a perfect role for him, and he elevates the entire film with his performance and even his mere presence.

And for all the little things this film misses, it does understand the essential realities of life in dying American cities.  The cheap houses in falling apart neighborhoods, the odd mixture of classes and friendships that happen between high school students, the random interactions between strangers in stores or on trains.  And it treats the people crushed between economic necessity and impossible legalities with real respect and justice.  As an added bonus, there is no glaring racism (as I have almost gotten used to from Indian films).  Even the necessary “random Americans threaten our pure desi woman” scene is careful to make the gang of would be rapists mixed between Black and white.

It’s a good movie, is what I am saying.  Especially when you understand it is made by people from outside this culture, and this language, and they are sincerely trying to build a story within a particular unique setting with a full understanding of the whys and wherefores of how these people got to this position.

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Whole plot in two paragraphs:

According to this movie, Tamil and Malayalam gangs are on the rise in Detroit thanks to the civic instability and the easy access through Canada for illegal immigrants.  Rahman is a Sri Lankan refugee turned violent crime lord.  He loaned money to Nandhu to buy a garage, and to pay off the debt Nandhu and his nephew Prithviraj have been working for him, dealing drugs and smuggling, for years.  Prithviraj wants out, now that the debt is paid. Rahman lets him out but plans to find a lever to force him back in because he will need him in an upcoming war with the Polish gang.  Meanwhile Prithviraj’s teenage nephew Mathew Arun has a crush on Celine Joseph, a troubled rich Malayali girl he knows through his private school.  Celine is the daughter of Isha Talwar, a Kathak dance teacher married to a wealthy successful businessman Shivajith Padmanabhan who ignores both his wife and daughter.  She is also an old friend of Giju John, the Malayali-Tamilian detective in charge of tracking down the gangs.  Prithviraj had a brief encounter with Isha and fell in love at first sight but does not feel he is worthy.  Meanwhile, Celine is building a crush on Prithviraj.  She approaches him one night after a fight with her parents, unaware that Prithviraj is trying to get Mathew out of town that same night since Rahman is threatening him to gain leverage on Prithviraj.  Prithviraj, in a hurry, dismisses her and rejects her, and then agrees to sell her drugs when she accuses him of merely being a drug dealer in order to get rid of her.  Celine overdoses and dies on the drugs Prithviraj gave her, filling him with guilt.  INTERVAL

In the second half, Prithviraj is firmly back under the thumb of Rahman, trying to keep Mathew safe and out of things.  He still feels bad about Celine and starts haunting the road outside her house, watching over Isha.  Prithviraj follows Isha as she takes the bus away from home and helps her when she is approached by a group of harassers, beating them up and saving her.  He takes her to Giju John’s house, but the next morning his wife wants her gone.  Prithviraj takes her back to his house and they quickly fall in love.  Prithviraj has the job of delivering a van to a hotel, but discovers there is a bomb in the back.  He refuses to help in mass murder and drives the van out of town.  While Rahman is looking for it, Isha discovers Prithviraj’s responsibility in Celine’s death and leaves him.  Nandhu and his family hide out in his garage and wait to leave town.  Prithviraj returns to discover that Nandhu was killed while his family watched and Isha is gone.  Broken, he goes to confront Rahman personally and fights him, then draws in the Polish gang members as well.  Until they are all locked in together and he sets off the bomb, neatly removing all the crime kingpins from his city.  He stumbles into the police station and turns himself in, while Isha leaves town with his car and half the money he stole from Rahman, the other half given to Nandhu’s widow and children with instructions to return to India.

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The problem with this movie, is it doesn’t quite know what it wants to say.  Prithviraj knows what he wants to say, his character makes complete sense and everything works when he is onscreen.  He is a man born of violence (watched his father kill his mother when he was a small child) who lives by violence, and also hates it.  He tries to get out, and it just gets worse.  The only way to save those he loves is to give into it, no more pretending to be anything else, kill Rahman and all the others who oppress the city and oppress him.  That’s easy.

And by extension, Isha Talwar also mostly makes sense.  Some of her backstory does not.  She is established as a teenage mother who met her very wealthy husband in college.  He married her because she wouldn’t have an abortion, and then proceeded to ignore her and their child.  So far so good.  But then, she is a TERRIBLE mother!  Incapable of setting rules or boundaries, hesitant around her daughter, she cares a lot but doesn’t seem able to act.  She also appears hesitant around her husband, reaching out to him over and over again only to be rejected, hurt that he is having an affair with his secatary even though it is clear this has been their life all along.  Oh, and she teaches Kathak dance to abused women to help them build confidence, a charity.  And yet she herself has no confidence.

So, all of this almost works, but then not quite.  I think what bothers me the most is that she seems to have no instinct for self-preservation.  That’s something an abused woman would hone quickly, know what questions to ask and what not to ask, how to teach her children to stay quiet and be safe, and I would also expect that the teenage mother bond combined with the joint victims of abuse bond would drive her and her daughter closer, not farther apart.

It’s so close to working though.  Her shy careful demeanor in public, her isolation, her daughter’s anger, her feeling of guilt since this is a choice she made back then, to force him into marriage and have his child, all of that makes sense.  It just needs to be changed the smallest amount to work better, have her daughter be angry with her for being weak, or desperate for fatherly approval, have her explicitly decide not to punish her daughter because she feels she has no right after having ruined her life with her choices, have her react to her husband’s obvious public cheating with hurt pride, carefully hidden, rather than shock and anger.

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(Can we also take a moment for Prithviraj choosing to work with an older actress playing an older character while all the other Malayalam actors are working with tiny little freshfaced models)

But once her daughter is dead, Isha’s story makes complete sense.  She finds strength in hopelessness, finally able to leave her husband because there is nothing left to fear (poverty, isolation, all of that is nothing in the face of her grief).  She clings to Prithviraj because he is kind to her, and gentle, and safe.  And she can sense that he understands her pain, he is a little broken inside as well, very different from her angry uncaring husband.  Even the quick romance makes total sense, she wouldn’t question how fast things happen, that this stranger just showed up to save her and then offered to take her home and let her live with him, because she wouldn’t be thinking logically about anything at this point.  I am happy with Isha, being the broken living victim of violence, the one with the scars inside, who fits with Prithviraj as the inner scarred perpetrator of violence.

But as you expand out from these two stories, things make less and less sense.  Mathew Arun, he is supposed to be the good boy innocent seduced to the dark side by machismo.  He sees that Celine has a crush on Prithviraj and decides he should be like him, and therefore asks a friend to connect him to the drug world.  It’s all very sudden, the switch from a good boy struggling to stay good, to suddenly wanting to be bad.  Again, it’s close to right, we see how he is already in this world, can’t escape it even as he tries, his friends in school are on drugs or drug dealers because it is the world he lives in. But there is no hint of interest in it or taste for it until just now.  Most of all, the reason teens become drug dealers isn’t for “excitement”, but for money.  I would find his motivation much more reasonable if he was made aware of his family’s money struggles, if he thought of himself as some kind of savior who was strong and brave and could help them, that would be as young and dumb and tragic as his doing it for love.  And much more logical.

Nandhu, it’s mentioned late in the film that he borrowed money from Rahman to buy his garage and has been working off the debt since then.  That’s a pretty lame backstory, Prithviraj’s uncle borrowed money and Prithviraj has to work it off.  Especially since there is a reference in the very first scene to Nandhu’s arm being injured in service of Rahman, which is never fully explored.  His motivation, it just doesn’t really make sense.  Yes, he was a weak man who needed money, but I need more than that.  Have something like he killed a man by accident back in India and can’t go home again.  Or that Rahman helped them get into the country illegally and is holding the immigration authorities over there head.  Something more than a simple “I borrowed money and had my nephew drive around a little to pay it back”.

The biggest missed opportunity, Rahman as the big gangster.  He is given a clear backstory, escaped Sri Lanka as a teen with his little brother and nothing else, made it to Toronto and started a criminal empire, was thrown out of Canada and landed in Detroit and started over again.  There should be a lot of misery here, a lot of understanding of how tragedy creates villains, some sense of sadness behind him.  But, nope!  He’s just evil.  They give him that backstory, and then it doesn’t pay off in the rest of the film.

Everything except Prithviraj is like that, close to the mark but just barely off of it.  Even the directing is like that, I can see the director had actual training (part of his time in America was at the New York Film Academy), he is using the handheld digital camera natural light and natural locations style that is deceptively hard to pull off.  There are some moments of real beauty, he captures that feeling of driving around the empty streets in a powerful car which is so uniquely American, and so uniquely Detroit (a friend of a friend from Detroit recently came to Chicago, she had to go to a show downtown and had the option of parking for free and riding the train down, or taking her car and parking for $30-$50.  Didn’t even think twice, she was not going to be without her car).

But again, it isn’t quite what it could be.  Maybe it’s just a first movie problem.  Give him a chance to grow, to go a little deeper into his characters, a little deeper into his visual planning, a little deeper into crafting the plot, and Nirmal Sahadev could really be something.  But he’s not there yet.  Except in brief flashes.  But those flashes are awfully good.

19 thoughts on “Wednesday Malayalam: Ranam, Desi Detroit

  1. I read as far as the spoilers. I’ll make it a priority to watch this tonight. It really does sound right up my alley. I appreciate the warnings about flat English dialogue. Hopefully it will make it less distracting if I know it’s coming. 🙂

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    • I really love the Prithviraj storyline, especially his love story. It shouldn’t work nearly as well as it does. Looking forward to your thoughts!

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  2. “The end is the beginning.”
    The ostensible theme of Ranam is in that line, voiced over by Prithviraj as he lies bloodied on the street at the film’s opening. It’s repeated at the closing, when the detective presses his carotid for signs of life. Is he dead? The camera alternately pans from Prith’s unmoving face to Isha’s frantic escape. Suddenly, his eyes click open. He’s alive! But where’s the hint that this is his new beginning? His love is driving across the bridge to HER freedom, not his.
    It’s a non-Desi ending, in keeping with the rawness of the film. No wedding, no happy ever after. And it’s the only thing I don’t like about the film. There needn’t be a cheery dance number or a montage of Isha and Prith together in a new city. But since we know the bad guys are all dead and Rana and Mathew will be safe, why not at least show Isha pull over, play their love song on the radio, and turn the car around? Why does Sahadev play that little trick?

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    • I think the ending was fair, at least for now. Isha may never be able to love Prithviraj again after knowing what he did to her daughter. Prithviraj spent his whole life wanting to save his mother, through sending Isha away he was able to do that. I don’t think a happy ending right away is reasonable.

      HOWEVER!!!! They could have jumped forward a year or something to show Prithviraj being released from jail and Isha waiting. The only reason not to do that is because they wanted to end with Prithviraj’s eyes snapping open and leave the audience questioning.

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  3. Aargh! I’m old. I want answers.

    But actually, a sweet ending could have destroyed the director’s vision that survival, merely outlasting the evil, is all we can hope for. Nobody really wins. Everybody loses. The villains lose life; Isha escapes but has to live with the knowledge that a man she loved was complicit in the loss of her daughter; Rani gets the cash but has lost her beloved husband; and, Prithviraj? Maybe losing Isha was exactly what he needed to carve out a totally new beginning. Maybe he won, a little.

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    • City of God gives us a similar ending, but with the exact amount of hope and completion you are looking for. Another reason to watch it!

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  4. Saw City of God and recall liking it but can’t remember the film itself. How do you keep them all straight? I go thru one a night; sometimes more when I’m feeling punk and can’t get off the couch. I keep a list of those I want to watch again, and again, and have started making notes in the margin about the content since the names occasionally mean nothing. But many, especially the non-Hindi ones with those loong, loong titles get mixed up in my head. Plus so many of the plots and actors are similar.

    Finally got the chance to watch Bhaag Milkha Bhaag last nite (Hotstar) and it won’t knock out Mirzya and the Baahubalis as all time faves, but it’s right up there. Farhan looked marvelous altho his body really wasn’t made for all that muscle. I suspect Singh’s romances (not a Sonam fan) weren’t in his book and were added for film fans. He was quite good looking however and could have attracted the ladies; Farhan resembles him.

    I like sports biopics. Haven’t watched Gold yet as Akshay leaves me cold. Should I?

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    • I am cursed with an almost eidetic memory for movies. Rewatching them is usually a misery for me, because I get so bored since I already know everything (and the few exceptions that are so amazing and so perfectly made I can watch over and over, I really treasure). I can remember scene by scene every movie I have seen since about age 7. I’m dreading Kabir Singh since it is clearly a shot by shot remake of Arjun Reddy, which I have already seen. But I still need to watch it so I can see if there are any small changes, and to compare performances. Booooooring!!!! Anyway, City of God ends with Prithviraj in jail and the actress he loves calling him, so we know they are in love and committed to each other, even if he is in jail for now and it isn’t perfect.

      Gold is amazing, definitely watch it. Akshay is just the coach, the team gets equal time. If you like sports biopics, there has been a little flurry of them lately so you have a few to get through. Dhoni is decent, Soorma has a great soundtrack and supporting family characters, Dangal and Sultan are variations on stories from the same true story of female wrestling champs.

      On Thu, Jun 20, 2019 at 7:03 AM dontcallitbollywood wrote:

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  5. Finally got a chance to watch this! Man, Prithvi is swoony, Isha is ethereal but grounded, and Prithvi’s adopted family is so cute and real! I get what you are saying about things not holding together perfectly, but there are enough good moments, good characters, good stories, and good songs that I don’t mind the clunky dialogue or the parts of urban America that they get wrong.

    Great re-cap of white flight. In case anyone feels like reading here’s a succinct article outlining how, while policies built the white middle class, there were systematic and violent efforts to steal black wealth and prevent Black families and neighborhoods from prospering. Really ugly, and still going on. https://www.marketwatch.com/story/heres-why-black-families-have-struggled-for-decades-to-gain-wealth-2019-02-28

    My affection for Prithviraj is growing. Thank goodness, because who knows when new Shah Rukh content (not counting the Lion King) will be coming. Glad to have found another actor who is interesting who also has a 100 film back catalog!

    A couple of thoughts, I enjoyed the muscle cars, and the fact that they weren’t cherry, but looked like cars that were being remodeled lovingly as the garage guys had time and money. I think the kids were definitely in high school. I think they didn’t drive because they didn’t have money for/weren’t allowed to have a car though, nothing to do with age.

    I really liked Damodar’s bar, the pink light, and all the movie and music posters. I’d love to hang out there, but sadly it exploded. I swear there was a bit of their fight scene where Prithvi slides down the wall a bit to avoid getting fake blood on the vintage posters! He is very good at getting beaten up–something I quite like in my movie crushes. Getting beaten up well makes it sweeter when they finally get to dish it out! Or I’m just weird.

    I think that Prithvi would have told Isha about Deepika. Just to be able to tell Isha more about Deepika’s last days, just to be someone else who cared about her who could comfort Isha. I think they could have made that work. Could have added a big dramatic crying scene, with Prithvi confessing, perhaps saying he only wanted to help women, never hurt them, because of what happened to his mother, and now he’s caused so much misery. Ending with them both crying, Isha forgiving him, and falling asleep in each others arms. As it is I couldn’t ever feel right about them being together.

    I was so so so glad that Prithvi never touches or hugs Deepika, and pushes her away with shock when she hugs him. It’s perfectly normal and fine for girls and young women to crush on older men (or women), and it is always up to the older folks to keep firm boundaries in place. On the other hand, I’m sorry that Deepika’s last few hours were so miserable.

    You are right that Aju’s story hangs together least well. He’s really just being moved around to serve the plot, and to be the MacGuffin that Prithvi and Bhaskar will sacrifice all to protect.

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    • I really liked how Prithvi handles the teenagers. He is friendly to them and nice, but he doesn’t try to make them hang out with him. He’s a grown man, he has Man Stuff going on in his life. He loves his cousin, but even there he carves out the time to spend with him as part of his complicated life. And Deepika, he is kind to as he would be to anyone but has no particular reaction to her, neither liking nor hating. In the end, he fails because he takes the easy way out just to get rid of her instead of taking responsibility as an adult should, but it is still less egregious than it could be. If she hadn’t overdosed, that could have been the conversation that made her stop hero-worshiping him and stop thinking drugs and drug dealers are cool and wake up to the reality that he is an adult and she is a child.

      But at the same time, it is Prithvi’s mistake. He isn’t a perfect hero who always does everything right, he is as flawed and damaged as anyone else in the film. Which of course just makes me love him more!

      I like your idea for how Prithvi and Isha could have worked things out. And I agree, finding out the way she did with no context makes it almost impossible she will ever get passed the discovery that she slept with the man who killed her daughter. But I still have some hope! He’s alive, and in jail. Maybe he writes a letter telling her everything and sends it to his cousin’s widow so that, if Isha ever comes looking for it, she can find it. And then a year later, Isha reads the letter, and finds a way to forgive, and starts visiting him in jail, giving him something to hope for when he gets out. If I want to be really cheesy and invent the happiest possible ending for myself, I would say Isha is pregnant with his child and decides to keep it, finally reads the letter after she and the baby are established somewhere and living a good life and Prithvi has been sentenced and is tucked away in jail for a reasonable length of time (let’s say 5 years). She comes to visit Prithvi with the baby and decides to give him a chance to be in their lives over the course of several years of once a month visiting hours. He finally is released when the baby is 4 years old and they get married and start a life together.

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        • And the poor widow has a baby and another single mother to cheer her up, and Isha gets the love and support she always wanted.

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          • I was thinking more like Mackinaw Island

            Or Charlevoix

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          • Mackinaw occurred to me too, but then I thought a bigger city would allow scope for Prithvi’s mechanic and Isha’s dance-therapy businesses to grow.

            If they go to Mackinaw (is it still no cars allowed?) then Prithvi can specialize in repairing and tricking out bicycles and horse carriages, and Isha can start a series of dance-therapy retreats in partnership with one of the lovely hotels there.

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          • Still no cars on Mackinaw, wouldn’t that be healthy and cleansing for Detroit escapees? Oh! They could use the money to open a bed and breakfast! Prithvi can be the general handyman and take care of the carriage and horses and fix the plumbing and stuff, Isha can be the beautiful warm hostess, the widow can cook, and the kids can run around being helpful.

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