He slammed the door shut and, drenched in sweat, hurriedly dialed his wife’s number on his mobile phone. A couple of people noticed the bag slipping from his hand and started watching him closely. One gentleman, sensing his distress, stood up and approached him, asking, “What happened, Bhatnagar ji? Why are you so worried?”But Bhatnagar ji himself had no idea what had happened. What could he even say?Meanwhile, the phone connected, and on the other end, his wife, Mrs. Bhatnagar, was speaking.“Hello? Yes, tell me. What happened? Did you forget something? Has the meeting started? Tell me, why did you