Babita ji winked at Jethalal. "He's very dedicated."

"Jetha ji. He's reciting meter readings."

Mehta raised an eyebrow. "Poetry? Last time you tried, you said, 'Your smile is like a bhindi fry — crisp and unforgettable.' Babita ji laughed for an hour."

"Jetha ji," she said quietly, "you have syrup on your collar too."