It was eleven o’clock at night. The press club was starting to empty out. We were also getting ready to leave when one of our friends, out of habit, said, “Just two minutes, please. I’ll be right back.”Someone’s voice came, “Sit down, he won’t be back for at least fifteen minutes. He’s gone to the washroom. His stomach has been grumbling since before the masala dosa arrived, and on top of that, he ate it too.”Everyone burst out laughing.We sat down at another table to wait, where a few acquaintances were engrossed in conversation. Despite the loud laughter around, one