“Are you holding two flags in your hand?” Lady Flora noticed that her friend, Sir PM, had two mini-sized flags in his hand, and was in an unusually chirpy mood as she joined him at their favourite adda inside Horniman Circle Gardens. “Oh yes, I’ve managed to get my hands on an English flag as well as the Indian Tricolour. My ‘odd jobs fellow’ was able to scour Crawford Market inside out to source the English flag as well,” he grinned.

Lady Flora was befuddled at his joyous mood. Was there any major bilateral event between the two nations? Had she missed a big event in the newspapers? “Why aren’t you happier about the great Games? Are you catching any of the updates?” Sir PM was equally surprised to not see any excitement in Lady Flora’s demeanour. “It’s the Commonwealth Games, Lady Flora. It’s our original Games, well before the Olympics and the Asian Games became coveted affairs,” Sir PM rattled off. But there was still no reaction from his friend; of all the people he would have imagined being unenthused about this. After all, her origins were in England. He decided to drop the obvious question, “If I may ask, why are you not gung-ho about the Commonwealth Games? Isn’t it something you ought to be proud of, considering its history?”