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pocket to take out my trusted old coin and am surprised to brush against the edge of
a card. I pull it out. It is a visiting card which says'Utpal ChatterjeeEnglish TeacherSt
John's SchoolAgra' and then it gives a phone number. I don't understand at first. I have
no recollection of anyone by this name or even how this card got into my shirt pocket.
And thenall of a suddenI remember the scene at the hospital: the bespectacled
unkempt man with a sixteen-year-old son who was dying of hydrophobia. An involuntary
cry escapes my lips.
Prem Kumar hears it and looks at me sharply'Excuse mewhat did you say?'
'I said can you please call this gentl [link widoczny dla zalogowanych][link widoczny dla zalogowanych]n?' I hand over the card to Prem Kumar. 'I am
using my Friendly Tip Lifeboat.'
Prem Kumar turns over the card in his fingers. 'I see. So you do know someone who can
help you with this question.' He has a worried look on his face. He makes eye contact
with the producer. The producer spreads his hands. The word 'Lifeboat' flashes on the
screen. We see the animation of a boat chugging along on the seaa swimmer shouting
for help and being thrown a red lifebuoy.
Prem Kumar picks up a cordless phone from underneath his desk and passes it to me.
'Here you are. Ask whatever you wantfroyilai:
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