'Pool' of Indian intrigue
By Julia Shiplett | Feb. 25, 2009'The Pool' finds two Indian boys chasing their dreams literally and metaphorically through their fascination with a pool.'
'The Pool' finds two Indian boys chasing their dreams literally and metaphorically through their fascination with a pool.'
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