"I can see that you have paid heed to my concern with the protective mask. Good for you, Pheroze. Hope the missus is also safe," Lady Flora looked pleased that her persistence paid off. 'It always does,' she told herself. With the complete lockdown in Bombay, both friends had agreed to end their nighttime strolls around Fort and Colaba. Hence, for one last time, they decided to simply meet for some 'gupshup' at their favourite spot – the Horniman Circle Garden.

Sir PM couldn't help but notice that his friend was carrying a stunning porcelain tray. Despite poor visibility, it looked like a gorgeous piece. "Er…Lady, I see that you are holding on to some beautiful kitchenware. Is it something that you wish to show me?" he asked, hesitantly. "Oh, you noticed," she smiled, adding quickly, "Haven't you heard? We just had a session earlier today, where the public was encouraged by the nation's Prime Minister to salute all those who have been helping the country get through this horrible pandemic. People were asked to come out in their balconies to clap, bang on plates and pans for them. Sadly, I don't own any such Indian-made utensils but only Portland-made porcelain and ceramic ware. Of course, I must add that I did get a lot of comments for this priceless heirloom that belonged to my maternal grandmother. And, may I confess, Pheroze…well, I didn't actually bang it. What if it broke?"