Where the book loses a bit of momentum is that, once Agasti hits the mark in Bollywood high street, the narrative plateaus off to something like a listicle of people that Agasti got introduced to and designed for. The description of the garments and accessories he designed for them look a tad templated. Some deft scissor-work could have helped. Of course, there are interesting anecdotes like the one around Shahenshah (1987) and the missed call from the PMO. But the inflection points, conflicts, surprises and climaxes that make an interesting story are missing and the manuscript tends to meander like pages from a meticulously maintained diary. Also, Agasti could have shared key industry insights, market dynamics, competition etc. – things that few outsiders are aware of. To give it the benefit of doubt, perhaps Agasti and the publishers wanted to make the reading comfortable reading for a wider cross-section of readers, thus staying clear of too much information.