Chapter 7
After his discreet arrival in Mumbai Romain went to one of the populous neighborhoods and looked for a store where he had been years before but whose address he did not remember. After wandering on foot for hours he stopped in front of a dilapidated building with a sign in English and Hindi announcing its occupant was a tailor. Without hesitation Romain entered the store ringing the bells on the door. A seventy-year-old Indian leaning on a cutting table raised his eyes from the newspaper he was reading and looked at him over his spectacles. The man hesitated a moment and then stammered.
"Romain, is it really you?"
The Canadian smiled and came up with open arms. Time had treated Yashodar Virendra well.
The two men embraced and the Hindu could not help a couple of tears rolling
