Even when he approached me I perceived him as calm and friendly; I can’t deny that I thought of him as a bagger; while he was actually there to help.
Funny it’s how help manifests itself at times.
As it seems to be a custom of good Indians he started a conversation, by asking which country I belong.
When I told him I was from Italy he informed me that the wife of an Indian Prime Minister was originally from Italy “not this Prime Minister. It was long ago, about 30 years ago.” He said with a smile. [Sonia Maino Gandhi is the girl at issue, who’s husband was the 6th PM of India from 1984 to 1989, who was assassinated the 21st of May 1991. Fun fact he was born the 20th of August 1944, exactly 44years before me].
I close my eyes and let my mind go, I truly am savouring this ephemeral mystical moment.
You can imagine my surprise when the next song turned out being “Rock your body” [Back Street Boys]. I don’t understand, I don’t really see the connection between these two songs.. Aaah! India!
Cribo Vagabond 