A man suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorders walks onto the plane and sits down beside me. A man suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorders walks onto the plane and sits down beside me J ok jokes apart; I think this guy has a serious problem.

Before the flight takes off, he asks for 2 bottles of water. And 2 pillows.
He quickly gets rid of the newspapers (there are far too many for his liking) in the seat pocket in front of him, drinks 2 glasses of nimbu pani, takes 2 imli sweets from the basket the airhostess brings around and closes his eyes the moment the plane takes off.

At breakfast, he asks for 2 packets of sauce, 2 packets of sugar and eats 2 pieces of sautéed potato. He puts aside the tomato cause its 1.
Poor tomato.
I almost offered to eat it.

He slices his bun neatly in two, smears pink strawberry jam on both halves. He cuts his omelette neatly down the centre into two equal pieces. So now he has two mini omelettes.

The moment he finishes eating, his eyes close again. Abruptly.

I wonder what would happen to him if one day he can’t get 2 pillows. Or two packets of sauce. Would he still sleep? Or be able to eat his omelettes?
Maybe he has two wives.
And two children.
Maybe he’s wearing two pairs of socks.
Two chaddis.
Maybe he’ll fill out the contest form in duplicate.

Or hey…maybe, he’s one of a pair of twins. And needs two of everything he does in his life. Maybe the twin died and he’s making up for it…

The plane lands and I’m glad to get away. So glad that I don’t wait to count how many bags he’s carrying.