You haven't spoken to your best friend Jalajasri for nearly two years. Do you remember what caused the rift between the two of you? Yes, we had been the best of friends, yes...we had been inseparables... Yes, I had trusted the woman with all my secrets. She had known that I was suffering from Spondylosis and that I was snowed down by 5 bundles of the Half Yearly papers to correct. So when it was my turn to entertain the ladies of the kitty, I naturally ordered food from outside. Only Jalajasri, that asp that I had kept close to my bosom knew about it. She knew I'd be ostracized by those snooty matrons if they came to know that I hadn't cooked anything at home. In fact, she had helped me empty all the tell-tale packets from the caterers and abetted me in getting rid of them without leaving any trace behind. And just when Mrs. Bakshi congratulated me on the mattar paneer, she had the cheek to quip, 'We should tell the maharaj about it, he'll be delighted… no, Swarna? And while we are at it we should also compliment him on these malai koftas....they are juuussst divine!' My kitty group hasn't spoken to me ever since, nor have I, to that snake in the grass.