The BMC headquarters all lit up to mark 125 years since its construction

"Spiffy shades, Pheroze; what's the occasion? I'ved that it's a tad unfashionable to wear those after sunset, however," commented Flora, taking stock as overcast skies loomed over a humid night in August. She was referring to her friend and city icon, Sir Pherozeshah Mehta, whom she would spot occasionally while on a stroll from his pedestal that stood before the BMC Building, towards Kala Ghoda and beyond. She, restored to her original glory, was counting down the days before the rains would cease, and the plastic sheets to protect her classic good looks, would finally come off.