Knock, knock

Picked up the nameplate for my apartment from this squat old man who sits near my office at Fort. He has a tiny detachable-retractable stall, and it's clustered with NO TRESSPASSING, Dr Shyam Ahuja, MBBS; Flat 207 KHANDELWALS, and DO NOT DISTURBs screaming out in the busy road. I knew what I wanted: something simple in brass or copper, simple sheen, with my name and my flatmate's in nice big capital letters.

Of course my poor mother, who's already quite flabbergasted at me 'living with a woman', as she puts it, will be quite stunned, shocked, horrified, morified, terrified when she sees the sign this December. *groan*