March 30. “Button, we must play Antakshari amongst ourselves sometime.

It’s great fun. May-be once I am back from Kolkata.”

“When are you going to Kolkata? You didn’t tell me anything till now! That’s not nice. And I am sad.”

“I knew I’d tell you at some stage but with the cricket fever catching on, everyone is focussed on the game. That was a deadly match. Towards the end when Misbah started hitting those 4’s and 6’s, I felt that Pakistan would catch up and even win the match.”

“I loved those chilly cheese sandwiches and the egg pakoras we had for dinner tonight. It was a different kind of dinner.”

“When are you back?”

“Sunday. I’ll see you on Sunday. You also know why I go to Kolkata, Button. Why do I go to Kolkata?”

“That’s your city—a city where you were born and grew up and you still remember her and miss her. Plus your mother lives there and you like looking her up as often as you can now that she’s 85. Is she well?”

“She’s well. I’ll also email you and stay in touch like we normally do. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”