I am a daydreamer. I look out from my office window on a
foggy winter morning and see Rakesh, the tea vendor busy serving his customers.
The sudden drop in temperature seemed to benefit his little business. Everyone
seemed to be craving for a cigarette and a hot cup of tea.
Rakesh is now serving Roger, a sales executive, who works in
the same office building with me and a handyman is waiting for his turn to be
attended. Roger is looking frustrated; his team is yet to meet their year-end
sales target. His supervisor is not very happy about it. He was running late to
work this morning, had to skip breakfast. Holding a steaming bowl of Maggi, Roger
is wondering how the chaiwallah manages
this busy stall so effortlessly all by himself.
Rakesh, the chirpy guy in his late teens is friends with everyone
who visits his stall. He never went to school. We even wonder how he learnt
counting! He made special tea with his secret ingredient for his customers. The
other day he told us he made more money than us. And guess what? We did believe
him.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and I am drawn back to reality.
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