she was new in Mumbai.-> she was scared, but I figured out she was bold and fun loving.-> she was married but no sign of her husband.Trusting my judgment, I replied “Lagta hai ajj ka quota khatam hone ko aaya hai. Kal phirse aana padega. App chale jaoo ab gharpe. Train mai rush chalu ho jayega. App kaha rehete ho.”She replied, “Nalasopara mai, bohut dur hai yaha se.”Slowly she started to tell me all about her journey to the city from chondi. "The caliph would never leave the safety of the palace." The caliph will do whatever he pleases," said the merchant with the eye patch. "What would you know about his comings and goings?" I know that if I were the caliph, I would certainly never leave the palace," said the doctor, and the others muttered their assent. "What if he were run over by a cart, or killed in a street brawl? Where would we be then, with our caliph dead in a gutter and no one even knows it, because which of us would even. Mom crying all over me. Mandy looking worried.Nurse took the vitals, announced the availability of additional pain medications. “Post-surgery ortho,” she said. “Liable to be a bit of pain. Don’t wait until it’s at full scream. Management is the key.”“Yes ma’am,” I said. “Bring it when you’re ready.” I’d adamantly refused the PCA pain pump. I’d rather have to make a physical interaction with another human if I needed relief.“Be right back.”“Hurts,” I said to my audience.Mandy hugged me from one.Read More