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One Sunday evening in 2020, I was walking from my car to a friend’s house in the hyper-hipster corner of Hauz Khas in New Delhi, when a lady on a scooter screeched to an ungainly halt. She parked haphazardly and ran up to me, whipping off her helmet to say something. I paused, wondering if she needed help. After all, us ladies gotta stick together, right? I looked at her, enquiringly, and she sputtered out through her mask, “Ma’am, please take this ma’am,” she said, proffering a card. I took it almost automatically. “Actually I am doing a weight loss business ma’am, fully 100 per cent herbal, all the weight will go ma’am, please just try it once!”