Why are you looking so pale, Pheroze? All okay... blood sugar levels are fine?” Lady Flora’s face was outlined by worry as she approached her friend who was waiting at Apollo Bunder for their midnight stroll. 

“Thank you for checking. I am yet to recover after a forgettable time on the roads yesterday evening, when  ma Mehta and I headed to Dadar Parsi Colony for cousin Mahrukh’s birthday. It was a first...,” sighed an exhausted Sir PM. Lady Flora replied, “That is because you rarely leave your safe haven in SoBo. You must head beyond the Fort more often,” she continued. Sir PM looked a tad peeved. “You were not there to experience it, and thank goodness. The missus and I got stuck as procession after another greeted us; people were ushering the elephant god to their homes. All that is fine and I have witnessed it a million times. But what took us by surprise were the inflated levels of noise and tamasha around it. I saw so many people around me who were inconvenienced. Heaven knows how they reached their respective destinations.”