"Lady Flora, I haven't spotted you for ages. There's some news that I am itching to share with you," enquired Sir PM. He hadn't seen his friend and walking companion for a while, and was glad that she was around since he was carrying a box of Diwali sweets from Parsi Dairy Farm especially for her. She was standing with pride on her pedestal. He smiled and began to wave at her to catch her attention.

"What's the rush, Pheroze, that you had to wake me up from my sleep? Couldn't it have waited till tomorrow night? " she asked, sounding groggy and seemingly irritated. "Oh, Lady, I am so sorry. Well, you see…," Sir PM began, always a tad off-balance when reprimanded by his old friend, "I thought it was my duty to inform you that India is now home to the world's tallest statue, and it stands at 182 metres. It pays tribute to Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel and is located in Gujarat's Narmada district," he looked satisfied that he had delivered this news. To his surprise, Lady Flora was unimpressed. Sir PM lowered his spectacles, and repeated, "India has the tallest statue. Isn't that amazing?" Still no response from his friend.