It was also just wonderful wandering around. The Indians were so friendly, there would be weddings and people would invite us into their wedding and an Indian wedding is quite an extraordinary affair. I remember just being dragged in off the street to join a wedding. And people were incredibly poor but also just incredibly friendly and kind.

And I loved shopping in the markets, I loved bargaining with... You would bargain for everything. And it was very rude not to bargain, even though we had much more money, it would have been insulting not to bargain. So I got to know the city very well. We lived on Bright Street right near Tagore's old house. And I became a fan of the poetry of Tagore and I learnt how to write Sanskrit characters and I can still sound out Sanskrit and I read and write it. I don't remember the words but I remember the letters.

And we had... I had great friendship with my driver. Again we had lots of servants. That always made my parents very uncomfortable, they didn't like having servants. But it was kind of expected that if... The servants kind of came with the house. And if you didn't have servants then you would cause a whole bunch of people to lose their jobs and become unemployed. So our house came with a durwan who's like the guard, a dhobi who's the washer, a sweeper, a butler, a cook. An ayah is the one that sort of takes care of the children.

So the whole setup, dozens of people that were on staff, and it always kind of drove my mother crazy, she never was comfortable with the idea of servants, but that was just the way... So we had sort of the minimal set that we could get away with. But of course I became friends with them.