we talk about being late.

It was Tuesday, the day that was always somehow different than the usual.
Or rather, the word to be exact should be 'unique'.

But this Tuesday, it was very different indeed - I was late for my meeting with him.

When I finally reached his house, I was greeted with a wide smile from the mistress of the house.

You are slightly late, she commented.

And I rescued myself with my smile and made my way to the study.

"You are late," he began in his I-am-the-lecturer tone.
I mean, he really is.

Sorry about being late, I was stalled in a traffic jam and th-......

"I was late too, at least before." He interupted me and signalled for me to be seated at the chair arranged a few feet in front of him.

"In my teaching years, I was always relaying from home to the campus that I became slightly deprived in my meals.

It was then that I thought to myself that I could try arriving earlier in the campus so that I could enjoy a hearty Breakfast."

Hearty, I thought to myself. Such an appropriate word that suited him well.

"But God likes to place ironic episodes in our life. In the study of economics, we call it the Fallacy of Composition."

Whereby what is true for one may not neccessarily be true for the whole. I explained and he agreed with a slight nod in my direction.

I felt this seed growing within me. It was as if I were a child again, that had received his first praise from his teacher.

"That morning, I remembered. It were as if the birds were warning me with their overly-enthusiastic chirpping.
The bus that I rode on was packed, until there was hardly any air to go round.
And I thought my time was up."

I gave a slight chuckle, and he too, in agreement.

"I had no idea that everyone else would be doing that."

You mean to be early for school?

"No, to have Breakfast."