Vagabond in ITVille - Sholay
The cafeteria was noisy as ever. There was a sea of people - some waiting for the masala tea and samosa they had ordered, some waiting to order and even some more waiting to wait. There were young people with curious faces, middleage ones with impervious faces and a small number of old people with serious faces. The time was almost 330 PM and yet no one seemed in a hurry to get back to work. If not for the air conditioned cafeteria and neatly dressed people serving tea and samosa, one could easily mistake the place to be any Government office in India. The man serving tea and samosa had an ever smiling expression unlike his customers. He was the only one working in that crowd and the only one who seemed to be content and clear about his work. He wore the mandatory head gear and branded uniform provided by the catering company he worked for which, for some reason, lent an aura of peace and grace to him. It was a pleasant setting all in all. The Vagabond sat at one of th