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It was the groaning and the moaning and the grunting and the gasping that got to me. I had returned to my home in Delhi after seven years. My bedroom was separated by a solid 10” brick wall from theirs. Theirs meaning Pradip and Manju Gupta’s. I had never heard these sounds—the moaning and the groaning, the gasping and the grunting—from their side before. Pradip was 65, Manju was 57. They were both on the heavy side. Very heavy side. I could not believe that they could be at it like this. They were my first cousins.
The following day I spoke to another first cousin, Chander, about it. He asked me to go tell them to go Hit It. I had never heard of this term before. It seemed to be a typically Indian term that I had missed during my long years of wilderness in the West. I...
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