"Pheroze, it's me… Flora; how have you been?" Lady Flora was yelling at the top of her voice to ensure that every letter of every word was audible to her beloved friend. She missed him, and so did he. "Lady, Lady Flora…my goodness! How lovely to hear from you; I hope you are well," she could sense the joy in his voice, despite the patchy network.

"That's such a relief to know, Pheroze. It's been so long. The kind caretaker at Akbarally's allowed me to use his phone to make this call. I got worried about you and the family ever since these lockdown extensions have been happening," she continued, eager to pack in as much as she could in her brief call. "So tell me, how have you been managing with food, essentials, Pheroze? Enough for you and the missus, I hope," she enquired. "Oh yes, we are doing okay. Rationing has become the need of the day, of course. And then, there's always good ole eedu to rely on, when there's nothing else. Ms Mehta makes a lovely masala, like a curry that's a winner, and then..." Lady Flora interrupted, "Eden, who?" She could hear a faint chuckle at the other end; "Not Eden, eedu – we call the egg, eedu. It's our lifesaver in such times. Brun or pao from good ole Kyani that's thankfully still operating, and we are set for a meal," shared Sir PM, quickly trying to find out about his friend, "What about you, Lady Flora? How have you been looking after yourself – are you getting regular supplies?"