"Pheroze, I came here as soon as I could. Hope the tragic incident didn't shake you and your foundations, especially since it happened so close to your pedestal," Lady Flora called out to her friend from the visitor's gallery that faced the BMC building. But he was sulking, as he didn't respond with his trademark warm welcome, when they met every night for their walks around SoBo.

Lady Flora had been away for a fortnight, to visit her sister statue in faraway London, and wasn't around when the unfortunate bridge collapse had shaken up her beloved Bombay. "What could I do, Pheroze? There were tensions all around there, too, with Brexit; it was quite intense," she tried to explain, hoping that her friend would blink. And rightly so, the softie that Sir PM was, finally broke his steely gaze, and melted. "Lady, I missed your support during those moments. It was as if the ground beneath my feet was going to give way. My heart goes out to those families who lost their loved ones," he shared, trying his best to collect his thoughts.