Read the following passage and answer the questions that follow. Your answers to these questions should be based on the passage only.

Passage 2

After taking lunch in one of the hotels in Mumbai, I started to cross the street when I heard the sound of a coin dropping. It wasn’t much but, as I turned, my eyes caught the heads of several other people turning too.

The tinkling sound of a coin dropping on the pavement is an attention-getter. It can be nothing more than a ten-rupee coin. Whatever the coin is, no one ignores the sound of it. It got me thinking about sounds again.

We are besieged by so many sounds that attract the most attention. People in Mumbai city seldom turn to look when a fire engine, a police interceptor car or a hospital ambulance comes screaming along the street. When I’m in Mumbai, I’m a Mumbaikar. I don’t turn either. Like the natives, I hardly hear a siren there.

At home in my little town in Haveri, it’s different. The distant howl of a police car, an emergency vehicle or a fire siren brings me to my feet if I’m seated and brings me to the window if I’m in bed. It’s the quietest sounds that have most effect on us, not the loudest. In the middle of the night, I can hear a dripping tap a hundred yards away through three closed doors. I’ve been hearing little creaking noises and sounds which my imagination turns into footsteps in the middle of the night, for twenty-five years in our house.

How come I never hear those sounds in the daytime ? I’m quite clear in my mind what the good sounds are and what the bad sounds are.

I’ve turned against whistling, for instance. I used to think of it as the mark of a happy worker but lately I’ve been associating the whistler with a nervous person making compulsive noises. The tapping, tapping, tapping of my typewriter as the keys hit the paper is a lovely sound to me. I often like the sound of what I write better than the looks of it.