After all this blowing of war bugles over the upma, I don’t even eat it. I rush out and go to Coffee House even as it is opening. I sit down, order a cutlet and a coffee. I make some small talk with Vincent: ‘So, Vincent, what news?’ He says, ‘Holes in dosas in everyone’s house, sir.’ A common enough adage it’s true, but am I to believe he brought it up with no knowledge of the morning’s events?
