"Who lives down here? I mean, I’ve always wondered, ever since I was a kid and my uncle Ravi used to tell me about the Undercity. He used to sit me on his knee at Saturday tea-times and we’d have chapatis and bhuna, and he’d go on about India and the dust and heat and the sacred places and buildings, and then he’d talk about the city beneath the city. He’d never seen it, of course, and I used to think he was making it all up to entertain me. But I didn’t care. It was swell."