“Devil Wears ‘Khaadi’ (The Unmasking of Romesh Sharma)” continues…

‘‘‘Good for you, Pandit Ji. My good wishes’’’, were my parting words.

Sure enough, he was a free man soon. On the ensuing Diwali day, a respectable lady, who
introduced herself as the grand-daughter of one of the greatest Hindi poets, called on me at my residence. I welcomed her warmly as I hold the poet in great esteem. She said ‘‘‘I have come on behalf of Romesh Sharma to pay you his respects and convey his good wishes’’’. I was astounded and had to explain to her at great length who Romesh Sharma was and why she should keep away from him. She left hurriedly rather perplexed. Clearly, Romesh Sharma was back to his old tricks.


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