" Urmila stared at him, openmouthed. ‘But he’s meant to come to our flat for dinner tonight,’ she began to explain, meaninglessly. ‘That’s why I’m cooking this fish; that’s why I’m going to be late for the press conference …’ She shook the bag of fish under his nose once again. The secretary sneered. ‘You’re either mad or dreaming,’ he said. ‘Mr Haldar is booked on a flight to Bombay this evening – he has to attend a meeting there. He had no plans to visit you or anyone else here.’ With a gesture of dismissal, he turned to the chowkidar. "
― Amitav Ghosh , The Calcutta Chromosome