What’s been the takeaway, we ask Spaven. “Indian,” he says, without batting an eyelid. There’s a second-long pause before laughter fills the studio. It’s been a long day’s night, and Spaven can’t be blamed for thinking about food. This is his first trip to India, and in between making music, he’s eaten all he could, driven an autorickshaw, played gully cricket — all of this, in less than a week.