The next day, I did some light exercise. There wasn't any gym in this hotel to do chin-ups or bench presses, I refreshed myself, and I sat doing Yoga, and chanting Holy Hymns of God. I pulled over a fresh set of clothes for moving out of the hotel, and my eyes went to the tower. I was standing at the windowsill watching the silent towers, I heard a gentle rap, and I saw Mr. Yogesh coming in. He placed the breakfast on the table, he gave me a generic smile, and I smiled too. I asked Yogesh about the owner, Yogesh said that the owner is coming today, and he told me his room is next to the dinner hall. I thanked him and gave him gratuity. He gleamed and thanked me.
I sat down gobbling my breakfast, it was a simple one, bread, feta cheese, butter and jams, the bus was ready to move for another trip, however, I wasn't in a mood to go, and I decided to stay back and wait for the owner. I was walking inside the hotel studying its interiors, as it was exquisite, the floors were covered with rugs, and the doors and wainscot were made of polished woods.
I heard the thud sounds as people are treading heavily, I saw the hotel staff huddling towards the reception. I walked at the end of the passage, glaring at reception, and found a flabby man, wearing a baggy trousers and shirt. He was having bushy beard, and white hairs slicked backwards. I guess he liked to wear baggy clothes like me, as I too love to wear saggy clothes instead of wearing those tight outfits. He was greeted by the staff, and later he went to the room besides the hall. I decided to meet him after few minutes, as the owner needs to settle down. I could see the waiters moving in and out of the room, as they were carrying the trays. I looked at the watch, as it was ticking 9'o clock. I decided to roam outside for a while, then after half an hour, I stepped in the hotel, and walked towards the direction of the room, where the owner sits. I gently rapped the baize door of the owner, I opened the door ajar, and I peered at the old man sitting at the overstuffed chair, it seemed that he had crammed the chair.
I asked, "May I come in Sir?" the old man stared at me, and he remarked, "Yes Sir or Gentleman come in." I smiled and walked inside the large cabin, it was a large cabin, there was large table on which there were few files properly arranged, and a laptop. There was a penholder besides him, and an ashtray besides him, stuffed with cigarette studs, there were two chairs opposite to him across the table. At the left stood a large settee, and on the right, there was a huge showcase, and a television inside it. The windows behind were large, I sat on the sleek chair opposite to him. The old man uttered, "It's very rare to see young faces visiting me." I smiled, and answered, "I love the hotel, and its surroundings." The old man chuckled, and we started with light conversation. When he knew about me being an IT guy, so he requested me to check his laptop, and the network connections, and I did the network configuration settings for them. I wanted to talk to him about the towers, where he resides, however, I was feeling a bit awkward to talk. I was drawn to ask the question, but I always took care that the person shouldn't be offended by my questions. The name of the old man was Mr. Satish Magar.
