“Hi… after a long time…”. He must be in his early seventies but I could not recognise him immediately and I had to pretend that he was one of my close friends. Fortunately, he took out his cell-phone from his pocket and uttered a few words and switched it off and told me, “It is from my wife… “. If I keep mum, I would be betraying myself but he saved me from such a predicament by narrating certain events while he was traveling in a bus to Ooty. As he was talking he repeatedly said, ” In the good old day…”.
Suddenly I whispered to myself, “Eureka, Eureka”. This chap is none other than Chockalingam whom I used to meet at the local library on Sundays nearly two decades ago. So, it was his “Good old days” which saved me from an embarrassing situation. Even in those days he used the phrase “Good old days” while we were in conversation.
Hats off to good old days!.