“Well, I must say that the colour you’re gracing is doing wonders for your overall appearance; I’ve gotten so used to seeing you in white all the time…” Sir PM was hoping that his friend would appreciate his genuine comment. Thankfully for him, it didn’t go unnoticed. “Oh, Pheroze! You really think so? I wasn’t sure if purple is my thing, but I am beginning to get used to it,” Lady Flora admitted, coyly. “In fact, I am trying to get more experimental this time, especially since it’s back after two years…” she continued.

“What is back after two years?” Sir PM innocently asked, falling straight to his doom. “Gosh! Pheroze, now that I didn’t expect from you,” Lady Flora was irritated and shocked that her friend wasn’t aware of the obvious event that was on her mind. “It’s the Kala Ghoda Arts Festival that is back in its physical format after two years; I thought you would’ve known,” she grumbled. “I am planning to wear a different colour on each day of the festival, to show my support and enthusiasm for this grand extravaganza,” she said, checking on her perfectly styled purple gown.