Comfort.
Odd that you write this story on a week day. But, some stories, deserve to be told.
You walk into the hotel late in the night. The hotel does not hide its age well. It shows. Be it at the entrance or within.
You walk in to the check in counter. It is missing something that its new age counter parts hold. Swagger? You tell yourself that it doesnt mean much.
You walk, without thinking much. It is almost like you know the towers. This is not a small place by any stretch of imagination. But, you hold your own. Get your keycard and you walk. Self-assured that over a period of over six years, no conceited front desk usher can offer or deny to offer what you know of the place.
You swipe the keycard and you seem to know this place well. Part of you wonders how. But, then you tell yourself, there is a reason you choose this place over some of the new age places. But you also wonder, would it be bad if you did so, otherwise.
The next day morning, you walk up to the breakfast lounge. It is not that they acknowledge you by name.
But, the lady flipping eggs, goes “Hello. You prefer only veggies, right? Here you go.”
You sheepishly nod, and attempt to smile without showing as much your teeth.
“That’s correct, ma’m.”
