asking basic details about my visit and myself, ‘Can I leave now,
madam?’ I said, as politely as possible.
‘Enjoy rest of stay,’ she said and waved me goodbye.
‘Yes, yes.Thank you.’
I left the MSG compound and came to the street. Peak hours meant
cabs would be stuck in traffic forever. I checked the time. It was 7
p.m. I decided to walk the four-kilometre distance from Madison
Square Garden to Shailesh’s house.
ff
(ff)
#1