Oindri Mandal (she/her) is in her twenties but still finds most of her sentences beginning with a stubborn ‘When I grow up…’. Much like the nurse in Penny Lane, she does think she is in a play and invents a varied range of games, ranging from ‘spot-the-allusion’ to ‘let’s-pretend-we-are-in-a-book’ to keep herself engaged. Her friends think it is Kiarostami, Manto, and Vietnamese lattes that keep her going, but she suspects that it has always been Studio Ghibli and fried maggi.