"I cannot believe this is actually happening, Lady Flora." Despite the muffled voice from underneath his face mask, Sir PM's friend could sense the excitement. He was referring to their first walk in Fort after over three months. Now that the powers that be had permitted fitness activities like walks for Bombaywallahs, the face-masked duo felt more confident of stepping out and doing a check on their dear city.

"Pheroze, you've lost weight. All okay?" the ever-observant Lady Flora enquired. "Oh yes, yes. You see, we had to engage in a bit of rationing here and there. No mutton or dhansak and patra ni machhi all the time. Or even akuri on butter-laden pao to snack on. Mrs Mehta ran a tight ship; also, it would be unfair if we hoarded," clarified Sir PM. "Now that you've said it; I like how my clothes look on me," he smiled, adding, "Please tell me how you dealt with the lockdown; did you at least have someone for company?"