“Zahi, you’ll have to sit on someone’s lap,” said Vivek in delight. It was obvious that Mrs Ganesh’s lap was not on offer, as there was little space between her bosom and the back of the front seat. Zahi hesitated, but realizing that there was no choice, she got out. Vivek and then Rahul slid onto the seat. Zahi, feeling that she had been tricked, seated herself gingerly on Rahul’s lap, behind the taxi driver. At first she tried to hold herself in mid-air, as though sitting on an unhygienic toilet seat, but then her thighs began to ache and she had to let herself down. As soon as she did so, however, she felt the need to levitate herself again. Rahul was amused, but thought there was no reason for her to be so silly about it.
Dinner was at a nearby Chinese restaurant which was quite popul
