Acquaintances

I didn't expect to see him on the race tracks, dressed in his khakis and Burberry sunglasses.

"Ajooni." He called out and I froze at the familiar voice. I couldn't believe my ears as I turned to look at almost 6 feet of swagger walking towards me.

"Shubh?" I said, as his lips curled in a smile that took my breath away.

"What are you doing here in Delhi?" He said, and I felt like I was in his lawn stepping over his mother's seedlings of coriander all over again.

"I... I... was..." I stutter as his smile broadened, the surprise settling in.

"Are you nervous?"

"I am here because one of their horses had colic and needed emergency surgery." I say taking a deep breath and bringing my wits about to myself.

"Yes, you wanted to become a doctor. Congrats, Dr. Ajooni Randhawa." He said, as I smiled.

"And you wanted to become a cricketer. Congratulations for that... Mr. Shubman Gill."