Sandwiched between two remarkably ordinary one- room shops along the Hazra Road was a tiny saloon called CHERISH, the laminated signage somewhat faded by the relentless sun.
Even then, it was difficult to miss Ms. Letitia Casta smiling seductively at passersby.
What is that supposed to mean? That I will look like her if I go to CHERISH? Or She at some point in time visited the saloon? Neither, I guess!