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Indira's laughter became a grin. "You are booked in with me, in my apartment. We will be living together while you are here."
Only one word came to mind: Fred! I looked at my watch. I could imagine Fred grinning. He was probably having lunch at this time.
"I feel deeply honored by this offer," I said, "but..."
"No but!" she interrupted me. "This is India, and you are the only man in the world that I know who acknowledges the principle of the universal marriage of humanity. We are married, you and I, on this platform, are we not? Why should we not live together? Do I need to say more? You wouldn't want to deny the fact that we are more deeply married on this universal platform that is built on truth of our common humanity - on which we unite as two perfectly sovereign human beings - than most people are married on the conventional platform?"
I reached out my hand for a handshake. "Wow! Are you real? I am not dreaming this, right?" I said.
Our hands engaged. She felt real alright. Indeed she did. I could feel her kiss on my cheek.
Her grin afterwards became a wonderful smile. "My place is right on Chandni Chowk. Well, almost it is," she said. "It's just a couple of blocks to the north of it. But it's at the other end, close to the Jain temple and to the famous Red Fort." She looked at her watch. "We could take a rickshaw back to the car. Or, if you like, we can walk back. We have enough time."
I opted for walking. Walking was easy. This wasn't San Francisco. Delhi is almost totally level, built on the great Gangetic Plain.
"If we are going to live together," I said after we started to walk again, "I must warn you that I have a most peculiar sense of sex. You might find it disturbing."
"Fetishes don't concern me," she interjected before I could explain. "Unless they are dangerous."
"Dangerous!" I said and began to laugh. "No, there is nothing dangerous about my peculiar sense of sex, nor is it a fetish. My sense of sex is rooted in what we are. And that, Indira, is something profound, something that you as a doctor might understand. As you know we all came into this world as the result of a profound process that started with an extremely brief sexual act by our parents. Once that act was done, the rest was out of their control, or anyone's control. Nobody really knows how the process really works by which we came to be. We know that DNA has something to do with it, like how cells are formed and where. But that is where our knowledge ends. There are principles involved that we haven't even begun to understand. Nobody knows how, for an example, an eye is formed at the cellular level, and in the correct spot, and in a perfectly functional manner, complete with photosensitive cells and nerve ending and a blood supply system, and so on and on. There are awesome principles involved that enable processes that operate with an incredible perfection for weeks and months, and with ever increasing complexities. Then nine months later a human being is born, all automatically, all without anyone adding a thing along the way. So, how then can we call ourselves our parent's children? In real terms we are the offspring of our humanity. We are the offspring of a profoundly complex humanity that by all practical considerations qualifies to be counted among the miraculous. Yes, and the sex process that started our coming into this world was itself imposed on our parents by some complex psychological processes that assure that the sexual act happens that perpetuates the human species. In this sense our sex is linked into something very large, something beautiful, something so miraculous that that is even greater than ourselves, something that reflects the principle of life, even the universe, something that's worth celebrating!"
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