“I’m sorry, Gideon,” I said rather contritely “I certainly don’t want you to think I’m picking on him...

Just as I looked nervously at Gideon, Pandayji let out a gasp while three men, dressed in the garb of medieval warriors stormed up to our table...

Being a poor judge of age,I guessed the Boatman to be somewhere in his mid to late seventies His beard,long and white, flowed halfway down his chest,complimenting his shoulder-length, gray hair...

As he disappeared from view, I said somewhat wistfully, “I wish I could have gotten to know him better; seems like such an intriguing chap...

Pandayji rarely gets flustered as his work brings him in touch with all sorts of people He is as comfortable speaking with peasants in the planting fields as delivering a moving speech to crowds of thousands...

The sound of the phone awakened me from what must have been a very deep sleep I reached over and grabbed the handset only to find that it was my wake-up call,heralding me to face a new day...

“It was great to see her again, but it was totally unexpected She explained a number of things and said that you would tell me about my financial situation and how best to handle it...

“A very long time, Pandayji, but here I am again This land seems timeless; seems like only yesterday that I saw you here...

With the last minute details completed, I was on my way Time seemed to ebb and flow into hours and days as airports, planes, flight attendants and taxis blended in harmony to transport one solitary traveler to his destination on the other side of the world...