THE DIARY OF NEELAKANT (English Edition)

Two young men in their twenties were walking on the platform, in a jolly good mood swinging arms and taking long steps. After passing me, one of them, the thinner fellow, turned half way round and said “ I know this boy; he is a tea vendor.”
He then came near me. I was sitting on the bench in front of the enclosure, as usual, brooding within myself about my home and my future.
“Give us tea, two cups.”