Last evening I left Mumbai by the 7.50 p.m. Jet Airways flight and reached Chennai.

I want to share with mere mortals like you, a small encounter I had with a petite air-hostess called Celina and me. If you also know her, I would want you to press my case. Not my suitcase!

She had just finished serving me a vegetarian dinner – with the same care and compassion my wife Rekha used to show while serving me dinner in the early days of our marriage.

Perhaps she had been following my habits, for immediately after dinner Celina walked the aisle, passing many other passengers on the way, and stopped right in front of me.

She asked: “Tea, sir?”

I gave my 100 million cents smile. She repeated: “Sir, would you want T?”

With my 100 million cents smile intact, I relied: “I don’t want T. If it is the alphabet that you are asking about, I would want U!”

She did pour the T for me. Just that by mistake she spilled it all over my fluorescent lime colored Arrow shirt and Indian Terrain Kakhis.

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