Pheroze! Excuse my frankness, but I think you might have put on a few kilos since I last spotted you. What caused this mini transformation?” remarked Lady Flora, as she rushed to greet her friend near the entrance of the Cathedral’s compound, a day after his weeklong visit to Kolkata.

“Calcutta, my Lady…it will always be Calcutta for me,” smiled Sir PM; his face blushed pink after his friend’s observation. “Well, you can say that I have gained a bit. Blame it on the countless varieties of sandesh, rasgullas and kheer kadams that your sweet-toothed friend was pampered with. I am still reeling from the extent to which Calcuttans will go to get their mishti fix. Every meal has to end with a sweetmeat, and nothing is served as one portion; it’s always two of everything. It was impossible to control this daily observance, despite my family engagements and indulging in Calcutta-style bhonu and dhansak. I meekly succumbed to this saccharine routine,” he chuckled, quickly adding, “Apro Bombay’s pace and frenzy will ensure I lose those extra kilos in no time.”