Good mornings!

 It’s time to fly back to Port Blair oops Shri Vijaya Puram.  I was morose for more than one reason. My transfer back from Port Blair wasn’t yet happening. I was leaving mom behind just a couple of weeks after surgeries (and, this wasn’t the first time I was doing so). And, my head pounded badly, and I felt I would puke anytime soon, thanks to it. 

I reached the airport in time as per the flight schedule. At the counter, I learnt that the flight is delayed by about half an hour. I headed to the lounge even though I’d had breakfast at home (for want of better options). 

I decided to have just an omelette, as I still felt reasonably full, and headed to the eggs counter. The man manning the counter smiled at me and wished, “Good morning Sir”. I wished him back, even though I was certainly not having a great morning after a late night party. The cocktails were one too many, and my head throbbed with the hangover headache. Before I could tell him what I wanted, he said in Hindi, “your regular egg white omelette, Sir? Without tomatoes?” 

A surprised me: “Yes! How did you know?”

“I remember Sir from your earlier visits. You haven’t come here in a while though”. 

“You’d be seeing a whole load of customers everyday and yet you remember a random person and his likes. I am impressed”. 

“You may have forgotten Sir. But once you intervened while a customer here got abusive with me.” 

I couldn’t recall any such incident. So, I said, “You might be mistaking me for someone else”. 

“No Sir. It was you. You invariably smile while ordering. Also, not too many have your beard and earrings”, and he went on to narrate what had happened. 

My head felt much better. The omelette was perfect too and that helped further. And, me smiling at people also is a result of another incident. Will narrate it another time. 

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