Yet this spectator can consider himself unlucky, and not just because the sharp-eared security somehow heard his baldist abuse above the cacophonous thumping from the now omnipresent fan activation speakers.

The play is in a satirical vein.

Very lovely! he said, staring her straight in the face. You needn't try and be funny! she said. If you mean me, I'm no oil-painting, and I know it!

The haveli was a world within a world, self-contained and totally hidden from the view of the casual passer-by.