Sunday, October 3, 2010

my tosai-man and I

Tosai - must-have for Sunday
It has become a weekly ritual for me, to indulge in tosai on Sunday morning. To me, life without tosai is like life without balance. And my tosai is what keep me sane after week of constant emotional turmoil at work.

Surprise to some, I have a knack of knowing whether a person has a good heart (or not) by feeling the vibe around them, looking straight pass the surface level and dive straight to the heart. A skill that comes in handy during my solo travels.

When I first met tosai-man, I developed an unexplainable admiration towards him. He has the warmest brown eyes and a beautiful smile that never fail to cheer me up on a Sunday morning (along with the tosai of cause!) Always in his long cotton sleeve shirt and lungi - I could not make out his age because of his full and untrimmed beard. He should be approaching his late thirties, I think.

It's been a while since we meet. His absence during the month of Ramadhan was hard to ignore. I, missed my tosai-man.

It was a pleasant surprise to see him again this morning! He beamed with excitement when he saw me approaching the tosai shop. As me to him when I enter his tosai shop.

"How are you?" He asked as though we were two old friends who has not met for many months.

"I am good, and you? I have not seen you around during Ramadhan".

"Oh I went back to India!" He said.

"Aah! Which part of India?" I've always thought that tosai-man is a Malaysian.

"Kerala" He said, not expecting me to know where that is.

And when I exclaimed "Oh! Cochin!". Tosai-man was grinning from ear to ear.

We chatted for a few minutes and he ended the conversation by telling me that he missed me.

3 simple words and I was touched. By a fellow human being whom on the surface is so different from me and yet so similar because we both are capable of love and respect.

It was heartwarming...The realization that I was missed by a man thousands of miles away during Ramadhan, a city in the State of Kerala known as Cochin. By a man whom I only see once a week and exchange no more than a "hello", and "good bye" every time we meet.

I wished there more tosai-man among us.