The man smirks. Just a little. His lips part, exposing small, stained teeth. His eyes light up, and in his deep-seated, big, brown eyes, offset by sweeping eyebrows, I sense mirth. Mixed with a bit of mischief. The mischief of a man who has knowingly indulged in it and has perhaps, enjoyed himself.
“It is a funding company,” he says. Every word is in Hindi, except the word funding.