I decided to read ‘A Different Shade of Purple’ that very night so that I could discuss it with Suryakant the next day.
“Though with my luck, he’ll probably never call,” said Miki dourly.
“He wouldn’t do that, he seemed so nice. If he suggested meeting, he must want to,” said naïve and ever-optimistic Mandakini.
“He had to be nice to me – I am a buyer,” Miki was as pragmatic as usual. “I shouldn’t expect too much.”
After a dinner of rajma-chawal left over from lunch, I settled down in my bed with the book. I opened it at the flyleaf to read again what he’d written.