The Life of an Ambivert

 I had to buy a cheap game on Steam just to make time pass by. And when that didn't work too well, I started a podcast of myself speaking drivel in my native tongue. Maybe I am playing the wrong game, I mean, instead of a fun light hearted game, I bought 2018 hit-sensation Getting Over It. So most of my time was spent stressing and cursing in Marathi.  It has a slight effect, I guess. I realized that my vocabulary is rubbish in Marathi. I need to switch to Marathi novels once I'm done with Amish.

This post is about a stranger I befriended. Let's called him M. I met him the day I travelled with my friend to get his vaccine. It was a town forty minutes away, on the outskirts of the city. While my friend was busy waiting for his turn, I went to a nearby coffee shop. I don't usually frequent coffee shops because they are quite exorbitant with their prices but I was hungry and tired so I did.  M was the barista that served me that day. I didn't know what to get so I asked for his opinion. He said he had only started working there for the past three works and was still quite inexperienced with his skills. So I asked him to make the best drink he knew. Off he went to making it.  It was good coffee. He even did the thing where you wave the milk around while pouring it to make it look all nice. I praised him. That day was quite slow for him, because two minutes later he came over to sit. He'd made himself a drink as well. We talked about his job. Desperation led him to b...