“No! The landlord’s intrusive. He has have his nose deep into everything I do. I don’t want to stay there anymore. Can’t you find me some place soon?” I was on a call with my pal. I think it was 2013 or ’14 may be. Nevermind, the thing is, at that moment, I was eating those scrumptious mendu-vadas at Idli Anna’s food truck.
“No, I can’t wait for two more months buddy!” I told my pal, flatly.
“I apologise for overhearing but did you just indirectly mean that you’re looking for a new place to stay?” It was Anna.
“Yes…” I said, turning to face him. “I actually am.”
His smile stretched from ear to ear, “I have few contacts, one would surely fit your bill.”
And, indeed, one contact did fit my bill. He saved me from my then landlord’s running nose…