Recently, I had visited K.F.C. restaurant with my 17-year-old sister. As usual, I asked her to place the order since there were many people in waiting line for their turn to come up. The restaurant was swarmed with the people. Whilst my sister was busy panning her eyes in the bulletin menu that hung up right in front of the customers, I was lost in thoughts to the engagements that needed my attention soon after we feed our stomach. Suddenly, my thoughts were disturbed by a small kid who nudged me and went ahead to join his father who was in the reception counter to place their order. I assumed he must have felt intimidated with huge number of people. The little boy with red shirt printed with the cartoon of Sponge Bob, went to his father to enquire about status and availability of the chicken wings and his favorite beverage. He spoke to his dad as if he was mad at him for not getting back to the table with the order. Later he looked at me adjusting his spectacles and apologized for rushing towards me before. I smiled and accepted his apology. I held his tiny hands with mine and asked for his name and his school that he attend. He took a deep breath and with a serious tone, he replied his name, which I have forgotten now and he studies from the school which is well known in my hometown. He studies in the same school where I studied and he put me into a nostalgic mode. I started reminiscing my school days and was wondering how small the world is. We meet people and somewhere we might be connected, and this connection helps us in smiling. In the meanwhile, my sister was done with the order at the reception counter and I had to bid a farewell to the kid. He obliged saying it was a pleasure for us to meet. I was stunned to see such mannerism from a little notorious boy. He later rushed towards his seat, hugged a girl, and planted a kiss on a girl’s cheek who I presumed to be his sister. I continued with my sister narrating the whole event that just happened a while ago. We both later returned home but I was still enthralled with the way the kid spoke to me at the end of our conversation because I have never interacted with any kids except him in such manner. Usually kids run when you say bye but this kid was different, he spoke like a gentleman speaks. I am sure, when he grows up, he will surely be a fine man for his behavior. With this assurance, I slipped into a deep sleep to conquer another day filled with more surprises to come on my way.
This is a guest post by Sridevi Nayak who is fondly called Sridu.She’s a bookworm like moi and is from Karnataka.She’s currently pursuing MA in Mass Communication.You can find her blog here . Also,here’s his Twitter handle @sridu_n (https://twitter.com/sridu_n)