The phone rang just as Deep emerged from the bathroom after a quick shower. He was happy with the amount of reading he had done at the Archives.
‘Hello?’
‘Deep? This is Madhav. How are you?’
‘Hey, Madhav. I am fine. Erm... can I call you in five minutes? I just
got out of the shower.’
‘Oh, okay. Sure. Bye.’
‘Bye.’
Deep towelled himself dry, slipped into his white kurta and pyjamas, combed down his short hair, put on his glasses, and then dialled Madhav’s number.
‘Madhav? It’s Deep.’
‘Hey, thanks for returning the call, man.’
‘You’re welcome. Tell me. What’s happening?’
‘Oh, nothing much. I went to a couple of record shops today. Listen, what are you doing tomorrow afternoon?’
‘Well, I normally finish my day at the library by 4.30. After that, I often have nothing to do.’
‘Grea
