"You're finally going to get your deserved space in the spotlight. And, it has something to do with your workplace," Lady Flora simply loved to throw these teasers at her friend, Sir PM Mehta, and wait for his imagination to figure the rest. Except that this time he was more focused on tucking into Ms. Mehta's mawa tea cakes, diluting the result that Lady Flora was hoping to get. It was one of those peaceful October nights when both friends found themselves in a laidback mood as they languidly paced their walk around their favourite haunts in these new normal times.

"I have absolutely no clue about what you are referring to - am I being conferred an honour? Is another road being named after me? A law school coming up in my name?" Sir PM threw in as many guesses. "Alas, none are true, Pheroze. But this should be better. I've heard from my highly placed sources that your former bosses have floated an MOU with the state's tourism department to start a guided tour inside the BMC headquarters. I'm told that officials from both sides are working on securing permissions and approvals to ensure these walks can go ahead. This means that your contribution to this great city will come to the fore, finally," Lady Flora was beaming; Sir PM could tell despite the fact that she was wearing a face mask.