The Mumbai Mystery.

I used to get regular comments on this blog from a woman in Mumbai. She was erudite and observant; her English was not only impeccable, but had that extra quality of character that made it irresistible; she could invoke a complex sense with a one-word sentence; her comments could be rational, witty, pithy, or simply melancholy. She conveyed an air that was unpretentiously quiet, intelligent, and enigmatic.

I used to look forward to her comments, but she didn’t stay long. Her name was Dominique, but who was she?