“Hope all is well, my Lady? You weren’t seen at our usual meeting spot last week …” Sir PM’s voice had a hint of trepidation. “Nothing to worry, my dear Pheroze,” Lady Flora comforted him, noticing his worried tone. “I had taken some time off to draft what I feel could be an important charter. I was actually hoping you can help take this to the next level, with your clout, because you have friends in high places…” Lady Flora continued. By now, Sir PM was seemingly intrigued and couldn’t possibly imagine what important task Lady Flora had for him.

“Please tell me of what help I can be; I will be happy to intervene,” thundered Sir PM, feeling extremely important that his friend thought so highly of him. “Well, you see, Pheroze, I have been thinking of framing some kind of a mini guidebook that I was hoping the city could follow in these inexplicable times. Tell me what you think of it, and then you could perhaps share it with your former bosses. It’s just a rough draft…but I think it’s high time our citizens realised the extent of this pandemic and why we all need to look out for each other in the larger picture,” Lady Flora elaborated.