"Am I hearing sounds in my head all over again, thanks to this endless locked-in life? Or were you actually humming strains from Sounds of Silence by Simon & Garfunkel?" Sir PM's already masked face revealed only his eyes, and they looked positively wide-eyed when he and his dear friend Lady Flora took a water break during their night walk. In these times, the frequency of their strolls had come down drastically.

"You have sharp ears, dear Pheroze!" exclaimed Lady Flora, surprised at her friend's musical knowledge and hearing abilities. "I never knew you had such exquisite, diverse taste in music," she grinned. Until then, Lady Flora had only heard him hail the greats of Western Classical music, from Beethoven to Brahms and Mozart. "Not at all, my lady; I try to keep up with all kinds of genres. Just because I am a Parsi, it doesn't mean that I cannot go beyond symphonies and European composers; music by BB King, Louis Armstrong and Benny Goodman interests me as well," he replied. Lady Flora spotted a mischievous twinkle in his eye.