Sir PM was fully drenched by the time he sought refuge inside the cathedral despite his sturdy rain gear from Crawford Market. As soon as he spotted Lady Flora, they laughed heartily because their wish to the rain gods from last week seemed to have been granted, going by the heavy rainfall that hit the city, its suburbs and the catchment areas.

As soon as Sir PM was in a less-drippy state, courtesy the heavy-duty ceiling fans that worked wonders, he and his friend did what they enjoyed the most—discuss the health of the city. “Pheroze, I was re-looking at frames from the forgettable evening where I nearly got run over by over-excited cricket fans en route to cheer for their World Cup cricket heroes along Marine Drive. I noticed how the number of trees along the sea-facing promenade had reduced since the last time I had walked down that stretch. Was I imagining it, or do you think so as well?”