

“Would you like to tell me about it?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I don’t have a clue. One’s a bird; the other’s a woman!”
I was more or less confident that we would get to see Sadhu and Shabby after four days but that did not happen.”
“Dark Lindt chocolates, bhel, fish…”
“What exactly are you doing with your fingers?”
“Even I don’t seem to understand what’s happening.”
“Really? But why? How will fishermen survive?”