4 A.M.

Bengaluru International Airport. 4AM.
Sleepy eyes loitering around the baggage belt waiting for their piece of luggage.
People struggling to free trolleys from the interlocked line.
An occasional ouch from someone bumping into, stepping onto or driving their trolleys right into someone's leg.
People trying to get as close to the baggage belt so as to not miss their bag while making sure they look cool enough to not look like they're in a hurry. Same as everyone waiting for the first person to get up as soon as the seat belt sign is switched off.
The cool dude, that hep family, the old couple with assistance, another one without, other people.
And.. eavesdropping me..

Man on Phone : Goooooddd Morning Bete !
Haana a rahe hain bas papa. Office ke kaam se gaye the na.
From the other side : I obviously cannot hear.
Man : arre mummy ko bolo. Wo denge mangva ke.
From the other side: No idea what!
Man: haan bete! You are always right!


Me: When did we go from being always RIGHT to so terribly wrong most of the time???