WHO ARE YOU?

Armed with a paper cup brimming with hot coffee in one hand and my new  book in the other, I scanned the waiting room in the airport for a place to sit.

No luck. There were no empty seats.

Had the whole country decided to go on an air trip or something?

I was seconds away from plonking myself down on the floor, when I noticed a young man standing up from his seat and walking to the book shop. Like a lion that had found a very juicy prey, I pounced on to his seat in the blink of an eye. Hah. Finally. I leaned back in my chair, opened my book and started reading whilst sipping the scalding coffee.

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“Hey! That’s my seat! Get up.”

I looked up to see the same guy who had vacated the seat a few moments ago, staring down at me indignantly.

“Sorry. Finders keepers, losers weepers.” I shot back at him with my eyes firmly glued to my book.

“Oh ya? “ saying so, he snatched my book out of my hands in a neat swipe.

I was shocked. What audacity!

“Give it back” I exclaimed.

At that precise moment, an old lady sitting next to me decided to get up and go, mumbling something about ‘stupid, loud youngsters’.

The guy promptly sat down next to me. “You read crap like this?Haha!” he guffawed, examining my book.

“It’s for sensible and mature people, which, I’m afraid you’re not.” I said angrily trying to grab my book back.

“Okay, okay..here. Take your extremely sensible book. Sorry” he held out the book with a mischevious glint in his eyes.

“That’s okay.” I muttered and seized it back.

“Anyway, I gotta go, bye” he got up and looked at me, waiting for my reply.

“Ya, whatever, bye.” I murmured nonchalantly and went back to my book.

After I thankfully watched him go away, I glanced at his seat and realised that he had left his wallet behind.

Oh crap. I took it and opened it to see if he had any ID card.

Ya there was his ID card. That was his photo. And his name was..

Akash Jain. Hmm.. sounds familiar.
Occupation- Writer. What?
Oh my god.
He was the author of the book I was reading. 
OH CRAP OH CRAP.
I opened my book and there he was. His photograph smiled up at me from the first page.

UGH. WHY DON'T I EVER LOOK AT THE FIRST FEW PAGES.

I stood up and ran behind him yelling “MR. JAIN..WAIT UP!I’M SORRY!...”

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