Sir PM was hidden behind piles of stapled documents, bound files and massive hardbound books. Lady Flora hoped it wasn’t another gent in her line of vision, and treaded gingerly towards their usual meeting spot inside Horniman Circle Garden. But his familiar humming of a Mozart harmony gave him away. ‘He’s in a good mood,’ she told herself, and smiled.

“Ah! There you are, my Lady. I am so glad you came by even though we had to cancel our walk,” Sir PM acknowledged his friend as he moved away from the stack of books and files. “Pray, Pheroze…what’s with this collection? Please tell me this will be something interesting and worth my time,” Lady Flora wasn’t one to waste time, as she glanced at the St Thomas Cathedral’s clock. “My Lady, I was doing some reading up when I had visited my preferred bank for financial advice recently, because I was interested in its origins. But it turns out I couldn’t go too far. The bank, despite being over a century-and-a-half-old didn’t have too many documents of its early days, if it played any role in the days of colonialism and later, our freedom movement. But worst of all, I couldn’t find any records of its architect, its architecture, which as you’d agree, is one of the finest structures in this part of town. I was disappointed,” Sir PM sighed; his one hand delicately balanced on a pile of books lest they tumble over the wooden bench.