What’s Tweety saying now. She’s just perched on my windowsill and is telling me that Gul Panag got locked in, when she visited the loo on board the Shatabdi Express. Huh? Do I have to listen to bathroom tales now?
Before I can shoo her away, Tweety tells me that Gul has posted on Twitter: “Was worried about the latch not holding and thus my modesty, but turns it held good… more than good.” Before it can go any further, I have shooed it away. God save your Honey!