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She’d taken the night off for some clarity of thought. Changing into full length jeans and a cardigan felt comforting against the harsh winter winds of Bombay. The sea face at Marine Drive always felt liberating, in a way. “What are you thinking, Afroz? What’s going on in that head of yours?”, asked Daniyal. “You see that tip? That part of Bombay protruding out of the main body, with all that verdure; what place is that?”, she wondered out loud whilst continuing to gaze into the ocean. “That’s the governor’ s bungalow ”, he said. “Oh, is it… I’ll live there once, you know? I mean, ‘we’ will. I’m sure of that”, she declared. “Maybe we will… in another life”, said he as he readied himself to get back to work. “I must go now. They must be waiting for me.” She looked on and finally managed to say, ”Do you have to do this? It doesn’t have to be this way”. He smiled, ‘empathetically’ and walked away. “If only he knew what it meant to wear a low cut blouse and let the pa...