Amsterdam to Delhi flight, 2001
Gurdeep: “Can I please sit next to you? Those bhai sahibs over there would not let me drink.”
Me: “Where from? How often to India?”
Gurdeep: “A Canadian through political asylum. Every six months.”
Me: “Shouldn’t you shun India.”
Gurdeep: “Were no jobs in Punjab. Had to.”
We both laughed.
Inspiration: Sepia Mutiny Fiction Friday