People rushing in to breakfast, queue at the wash area, few of them hastily looking for chairs to sit, bearers speeding up the orders and the manager trying to be fast in settling the bills.
I had been waiting for quite sometime to place an order when i found somebody quite unaware of all the turmoil.
Dressed up with holy marks on the forehead, he was in a state of deep sleep, unaffected by the jolting to & fro movements of his mother who was breaking fast. Neither the aroma of masala dosa nor the howls of the bearers could wake him up. He was a great scene of stability.
Trivandrum was the place.
I had given away 5 more minutes before i ordered a dosa. When the order was at my table, this little guy had left the scene, unperturbed.