As we entered the Orange room, something jumped from the door onto the wall. Shocked, I realised that it was a frog, even if a rather beautiful one. It was blue, and only slightly slimy. In fact had I not seen it jump, I would have thought it was some kind of toy that vendors sell at the bridge on Dadar station. I didn’t have to scream. Bennita Ganesh, our host, came in to check after us and, on seeing the frog, had it removed. “Had the girls been around they would have done it eagerly,” she added.

The front of the house