As the train gathered speed, a woman in her thirties took the seat opposite mine even as I hid my cuffed hand from her view.
“Excuse me,” she said after a while, “Aren’t you Charles?”
I nodded, struggling to place her.
“I’m Jane. 2005 batch. Still remember your prize-winning performance at the drama festival.”
“Thank you.”
“You must be in the acting profession, of course?”
“No; law and order,” I said, turning to Officer Robert, my companion in mufti.
“Don’t be late,” she told Robert while getting down at the next station.
“My wife”, he told me, enjoying my confusion.
“Excuse me,” she said after a while, “Aren’t you Charles?”
I nodded, struggling to place her.
“I’m Jane. 2005 batch. Still remember your prize-winning performance at the drama festival.”
“Thank you.”
“You must be in the acting profession, of course?”
“No; law and order,” I said, turning to Officer Robert, my companion in mufti.
“Don’t be late,” she told Robert while getting down at the next station.
“My wife”, he told me, enjoying my confusion.
