Over the years, my beloved’s world has become very like my own. Now that my world is bereft of colleagues and associates, I have adopted hers. Wholesale, too. Quite a number of these people I happen to know in person, as they used to be my own colleagues and associates once upon a time, but their number is gradually shrinking. Some have retired, just like I have done, and not a few are already dead and buried. But most of her colleagues and associates, both at home and abroad, I know at least by name. And I know them in surprising detail, albeit through my beloved’s eyes. When they come up in our conversation, which they invariably do, I am rarely confused about their ways and means. Or their characters and temperaments. Indeed, our worlds are merging. By and by, they are getting difficult to tell apart. Luckily for both of us, we can still tell each other apart. And especially when we fall into each other’s greedy arms.