Hi Roland. Was away in Bombay for a couple of days and missed your reference to Whispering Hope. This was a song in boarding in Parel that, perhaps, only one boy in the whole school knew, Sebastian Pinto, and he was called on to deliver it, tonelessly as ever, whenever there was scope to squeeze a song in during a function involving a stage. Well, Sebastian was as bright as they come, but, to be charitable, wasn't the best ever singer, nor did he claim to be one, but we Beatles fans let him know that we thought it more of a hymn than a self-respecting, fast number that we would have preferred! Then, there was Michael Brown who was always good for Wooden Heart, and Peter Wilson for Hang Down Your Head Down, Tom Dooley. You keep stoking the mem'ries, buddy! Incidentally, had some business at the E ward Municipal office in Byculla, in Sankhli Street (Sheikh Hafizuddin Marg now), to be precise. Bombay is unrecognisable and not only due to the heavy-duty road work for the underground metro going on all over like crazy. Most of the Irani restaurants, Kyani's and Sassanian in Dhobi Talao, to be specific, have seen their best days: the tea is undrinkable and, sacrilege! comes in thumb-sized paper cups, and will straightaway send you into diabetic coma! I stuck to abstinence and, on the train back home, to the coffee they serve on the Konkan Railway, which is, being charitable again, tolerable only because you have no choice.