“Have you seen my cock on the roof?” enquired the Parsi gentleman the moment I walked into his house in Lonavala yesterday.
Caught unawares, I was hesitant. When I answered with an embarrassed ‘no’, his wife took me outside, pointed to the weathervane with an elegant rooster-cutout on the roof of their bungalow and said, “He means that.” Explaining, “My husband made it himself. He insists on this drama to get a little extra attention.”
And so he did.
04 September 2007
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