Hyperbole

So I am on this Indigo flight on the 23rd of this month, from Bangalore to New Delhi, and just as we queue in to board the tarmac bus there is this guy right in front of me. The first thing I noticed was his brown loafers which he wore without socks, and thought hey! I have the same pair at home though of a different brand and I often wear them the same way. As it was a long queue and there was nothing else to do I started observing him more closely. He had khaki cotton trousers on which too is one of my preferred casual wear. He was in a black checks shirt on a back ground and I was in a blue checks on green. He had a unruly mop of salt n pepper hair pretty similar to mine. He was though a bit shorter, maybe 5'9", and a bit hefty. Looks vise he did resemble Ajay Jadeja. He was wearing a watch which I had almost bought a few months back, a white dial one with black rubber strap, but instead I had taken a white dial with silver metallic strap at the last moment. A black t

PThe events I am about to narrate are of this morning and the day has still not ended. A bit has been made up to add spice to the story BUT all the creepy bits are true. For the purpose of narration I feel that a third person narration would be better...... The day started on a promising note with a cloudy sky. He thought it might rain again today in the morning like the previous few days. But that was not be. It had become unbearbly humid by the time he reached college. Passing the whole day on the ground floor in some other department without AC seemed to be an impossible task for him. It had just been two days and already this holiday postings crap was getting to him. The idea of passing the day in his chamber on the 4th floor with AC at full blast seemed pretty tempting. The whole floor would be empty and the doors locked, but he had his own key to the chamber. Thank god for the foresight! It almost felt like a sin, a forbidden task, he thought and smiled to himself. He took t