I didn't like Dali: now, like you, I do. Like you, I began to drink my Coke with a pinch of salt . Like you, I stopped bothering about ironed clothes. Like you, I sit with a dictionary while reading the papers. Like you, I sit on the compound wall after a bath.

At the meeting you behaves exactly as Marathi novelists of the last century tell is husbands do in sari shops.

Once i watched you wake up, you had the same frown. "When one gets up, there is a moment when everything looks odd and strange.

When they left, I saw four or five black-and-white photographs I had taken of you, peeping from the file. They'd faded a little over time and were stuck to each other. Delicately, i separated them.