“I must have been in bad shape yesterday,” he said, quickly finishing his food. He seemed completely unfazed. “I can’t remember anything.”
“What’s your name? You haven’t introduced yourself,” said Vivek with a touch of sarcasm.
“GG,” said the other.
“Gigi? That’s a girl’s name!”
“Not G-I-G-I. GG. Gautam Ganesh. That’s what my parents named me.”
Vivek said promptly, “Yes, I see. I’d rather be called GG too if I had that—your name.”
GG inclined his head with a grin.
“So what do you do, GG? When you’re not visiting hospitals, I mean?” asked Vivek.
GG had finished his quota of chapatis, watery dal and nondescript grey vegetable curry. Rahul looked at him in amazement. His clothes and watch showed that he came from a rich family, but he had just demolished his portion of the pathetic ho
