Sir Mohan Lal looked at himself in the mirror of a first class waiting room at the railway station. The mirror was obviously made in India. The red oxide at its back had come off at several places and long lines of translucent glass cut across its surface. Sir Mohan smiled at the mirror with an air of pity and patronage.
'You are so very much like everything else in this country, inefficient, dirty, indifferent,' he murmured.
The mirror smiled back at Sir Mohan.