Monsoon nights are unforgiving to luxury. Everything you usually control starts slipping. Doors stay open. Humidity creeps in. And the smallest things suddenly matter a lot. That evening, dinner had already gone off track. Flies. Multiple complaints. A table of expat guests in transit for just one night — which, in hospitality, means this experience is the memory they’ll carry. Then dessert arrived. Kulfi. With a fly in it. The restaurant manager smiled and said: “Oh, it’s mo