My grandmother, Sameer and I hear 'Ride' by Lana Del Rey on the radio
- Nan: What is this noise?
- Nan: Is it this udaas gori (sad white girl) again?
- Nan: You must put it off now.
- Nan: I am very tolerant of the new music but I cannot tolerate this.
- Nan: I will die. This woman and her singing will kill me.
- Nan: You will be responsible for my death.
- Nan: And both of you will die as I am the one driving.
- Nan: Lana will kill us all.