Life is what happens when you’re standing in a check-out line at a supermarket. It was Saturday evening and I was third in line at a crowded Big Bazaar doing my second-least favourite activity in the world; waiting. As I took up my position behind a young woman in the line, an elderly couple briefly hovered around me. “Arre yeh ladka bahut time leta hai, uss line me lagte hain,” said the man and the couple shifted to anther line. I uneasily looked at my line, and then at the people waiting in front of other counters.
“Madam, You Need a Bag or No?”
“Madam, You Need a Bag or No?”
“Madam, You Need a Bag or No?”
Life is what happens when you’re standing in a check-out line at a supermarket. It was Saturday evening and I was third in line at a crowded Big Bazaar doing my second-least favourite activity in the world; waiting. As I took up my position behind a young woman in the line, an elderly couple briefly hovered around me. “Arre yeh ladka bahut time leta hai, uss line me lagte hain,” said the man and the couple shifted to anther line. I uneasily looked at my line, and then at the people waiting in front of other counters.