"Why so glum, Pheroze? Is it the weather that's caught you unawares? But, how is that possible considering you have seen more sweltering Septembers in this city that most of us can imagine?" enquired Lady Flora as they began their midnight walk by Shaheed Bhagat Singh Marg. She was at her snarky best, more like playful.

She of course was doing a mental countdown of her return to public viewing. That day wasn't too far away; she'd eavesdropped on the news while her caretakers were exchanging notes. 'I will breathe again!' she told herself, imagining life without plastic shields, and a million other layers that she had lost track of.