I came down from the terrace 10 minutes later. I spoke with relatives who had come to offer condolences. I had dinner quietly while Priya served. Priya was wearing a red lehenga and a white shirt. The shirt material was so transparent that I could see the bra she was wearing.

Her boobs were jiggling inside her shirt as she served me dinner. I was having dinner, staring at Priya’s boobs. I saw Mamata Aunty standing behind her and signalling me not to speak with her daughter. I quietly had my dinner and got up.