I was about five years old when I first visited a restaurant. Located on Main Street (later renamed Mahatma Gandhi Road) Indus was one of Poona's earliest 'posh' eating places. Started by a Sindhi refugee from Pakistan, it specialised in refreshments never prepared in our home: cucumber sandwiches, mutton puffs, cutlets, pastries and, above all, an assortment of ice-creams which were topped with a bright and buxom red cherry. You kept the cherry in the cup until the last drop of ice-cream had been scooped out and then savoured it bit by succulent bit. It is Indus with its thick, creamy vanilla ice-cream and its red cherry which turned me into a multi-palatal being.