Any story worth its salt can handle a little shaking up. - Salman Rushdie

After a winter's gestation in its eggshell of ice, the valley had beaked its way out into the open, moist and yellow.

they came in search of the hot stuff, just like any man calling on a tart.

In the home of this music, alas, religious fanatics have lately started killing the musicians. They think the music is an insult to god, who gave us voices but does not wish us to sing, who gave us free will, rai, but prefers us not to be free.