Cycle of Cliches
Why on earth would Junali even in her weirdest nightmares think of me?
Worst of all that came in between us then was the language I had, over the years, fallen in love with – English. Junali, as I had come to know, with her convent schooling background, spoke impeccably good English. You would get a fair idea of how my spoken English was then, if I tell you this small anecdote.