The Lamp KeeperCh. 1 · 9:17
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Calcutta, 1920. Shyampukur Lane.
Sixteen, Baba.
You count louder than the tram.
Dry?
Dry. Not one match lost.
Seventeen is yours tonight.
Mine? You never let me.
Steady hand.
That night.
Thirteen.
9:17.
No hiss. No sputter.
A bad burner. I'll find it before the inspector does.
Niru. Don't.
It's the burner, Baba. Thirteen nights, the same minute.
I know.
You know?
The burner's fine.
Leave this one dark.
You're the lamp keeper. You light them.
Not this one.
Since when do we have their key?
Home, Niru. Now.
Niru!
Coming.
The pipe's dry.
So why is the handle wet?