I came to the departure terminal with my wife and kid and sat down beside gate 28. All of a sudden, a man sitting beside me shouted: ‘hello Anand and Susan’. I became glum, sullen and moody and ruminative. There was an attractive bar beside the lounge called ‘Heaven’s Paradise’. I nourished the thoughts of having some booze. But then my thoughts sank. I could be straightaway taken to the psychiatric hospital. The bastard in the lounge was my psychiatrist. I put my tongue on my lips and licked in vain. What an obscene coincidence is this?