A city-returned youth with "modern" ideas and a knack for getting into trouble.

(Stops churning, wipes her hands) The only place you’re taking me is to the market to carry twenty kilos of flour.

(Without looking up) If you take one more step toward that fair, I’m telling your Mama you broke his favorite hookah.

Setting: A dusty courtyard in a village. Mami is vigorously churning buttermilk. Bhanja sneaks toward the gate, holding a flashy smartphone.