Exactly a week ago, over 7,000 people had gathered at Whitefield in Bengaluru to listen to a mystic. On a stage set for two, a sizeable rajnigandha plant separated two commodious wooden chairs. Next to one of those was bottled water, and beside the other was a copper lota.
On one chair sat Kiran Mazumdar-Shaw. The man the other chair was meant for, the one beside the lota, paused before sitting. Kicking off his sandals, he smiled and muttered “I think better with my shoes off.” The microphone barely caught his words, but the scene was enough to ease the

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