Looks like Shashi Tharoor’s delegation that went harrumphing all the way to Washington carrying the rightful anger message coming out of Operation Sindhoor came a cropper, a big one. Witness the emergent love scenes between Donald John Trump and Field Marshal Syed Asim Munir Ahmed Shah. It might as well have been taken out of Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s Sonnet 43: A judicious display of strategic military thigh as Munir is given an eyeful at the Pentagon, the State Department, and the Central Command headquarters in Florida.

Followed by a lot of billing and cooing in the White House cabinet room as the lunch is laid out, Trump and Munir, eyes locked across the wide expanse of highly polished mahogany, the cabinet colleagues and Munir’s uniformed flunkeys appreciatively watching the scene play itself while the trolley waits groaning with the weight of the liveried working lunch. “How do I love thee. Let me count the ways.”

Munir flutters his eyelids and suggests a couple of more ways the American President can court the Pakistani, ways that should send diplomatic shudders down New Delhi’s spine at the prospect of the full-blown X-rated scenes that are sure to follow. In his mind Trump, with a faraway look in his eyes under those pale eyelashes, makes a mental note to bestow Munir the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the highest civilian medal an American President can give, which will take Field Marshal Munir soaring even higher, up there, amongst Elvis Presley and Pope John XXIII.

Shashi Tharoor........

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