Two Hundred Ninety Five
One sankranti, every uncle's feet, and a red car that cost exactly 295 rupees.
A boy spends three days of sankranti touching the feet of every relative who walks in, counting notes behind a closed door. The remote control car at the bus stand shop has a price stuck on its box, and he has told the shop man eleven times that he will come. By the time the relatives leave, the money has found a different home.
