Sir PM was carrying a bag filled with goodies, when Lady Flora spotted him from afar. His cough hadn’t subsided, though, going by the booming sound that echoed in their corner seat at the Cooperage Garden.

“Happy, happy Diwali my dear Pheroze and Ms Mehta, too,” she exclaimed, “May this year be kinder and a cleaner one for Bombaywallahs. What on earth we have to deal with this precarious scenario. I mean, look at you… you’re still plagued by that horrid cough! What does one expect with this air? Sometimes, my daily Betadine gargles also don’t help after all that standing in the centre of the traffic junction, while I inhale that impure air.” Sir PM realised that his ‘wonder woman’ friend too had to take precautionary measures to fight this unwelcome scenario that had enveloped the city and its suburbs.