Chapter 33: Inspector Eagle, Part 2
It was the day after Rawat's unwelcome intrusion. There was a let up in the visits of condolers. Sameer sat on his desk in the bedroom, checking his e-mails. More to distract himself than to get anything useful accomplished. Pari came in and hugged him from behind.
He patted her hand. "Did you have lunch?"
She nodded.
He turned and winked at her. "I want ice cream."
Nirula's was two blocks away. They walked together, her hand in his. A hawker announced to the world he sold genuine Kashmiri hand-woven shawls. There was the smell of bhutta being roasted on coals. A queue had formed at the big blue drop of Mother Dairy. People talked, complained, fought, ate, drank. The normalcy was reassuring in a way. That outside 60, Panchsheel Park, life went on.
"Teri wohi? Regular?" He asked her when they reached Nirula's.
"I don't want any."
"Kha le na."
"One strawberry, one Delhi delight. Both cones," he said to the thin guy with braces at the cash counter.