May 1. 2pm. Button had nudged me awake at an unearthly hour.
It must have been around 4 in the morning. In my groggy state, this is what I remembered him telling me:
It must have been around 4 in the morning. In my groggy state, this is what I remembered him telling me:
“I have a really bad toothache.”
“I do. What about it?”
“A glow-worm! What exactly is that?”
The bed was in a mess and there was cotton strewn all over.
“I haven’t the faintest idea.”
“I had heard so much about the film but I was disappointed.”
“Why does everybody crack jokes about Sardars?”