Babe of Bombay (BoB) and I have a brief conversation.
BoB: I don’t speak Hindi. Never picked it up.
Me: In Bombay? You didn’t pick up Hindi in Bombay?
BoB: Even at home, I don’t understand what my parents say in Tamil.
Me: Oh. Okay.
BoB: I think it’s my face.
BoB: I think my face tells people that I don’t know Hindi or Tamil. It’s in my face. I have a face like that.
Me: I don’t understand.
BoB: People have told me. My facial structure is like that. My face tells people I know only English. That’s why I feel very comfortable in London.
For a change, I am stunned and silent.