a paragraph on my day with a super star
please give me the paragraph almost 250-300 words
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Answer:
PLEASE MARK ME AS BRAINLIEST
Explanation:
Kolkata is known as the ‘city of joy’ and it certainly turned out to be one for me on the night of January 29th. The city has an old colonial charm about it and it is one of the few metros in the country where people do not seem to be in a hurry.
Talking about hurry, I seldom reach an airport early and invariably end up running to catch the flight. I ran this night as well, but it was not for a flight. Now, I don't have any rationale to justify this bad habit of mine but my mother says that I just reach late for the thrill of it. Strangely, on this auspicious Sunday when my wife and I were returning from my in-laws’ place; I wanted to be on time. This was mainly because I had planned to meet an old friend at the airport. But the epic 2017 Australian Open finals between Roger Federer & Rafal Nadal ensured that my friend was glued to the television set and he did not make it to the airport. So, I had the option of either risking my flight and going to the Kolkata city to meet him or to drop the meeting plan altogether.
Again, in nine out of ten cases; I would have chosen to go to the city. Instead, this time I settled for the safer option. I decided to directly go to the airport and spend the remaining time waiting at the airport. Little did I know that it was going to be one of the best decisions ever taken by me. Once inside the airport, I was thinking of ways in which we could spend a couple of hours before our flight. With a cocktail of ideas in my head, I completed the security check. As soon as I had picked my hand baggage, though, I noticed a man with black curly hairs on a go-kart being escorted by security personnel. I turned to my wife and asked, “Is it Sachin?”
She said yes and we decided to run behind. Within a couple of seconds she realised that she had left her mobile phone at the security counter, so she decided to go back and asked me to continue the chase. I ran but gave up the hope when Sachin stepped out of the kart and took the elevator to go one level down.
My feeling at this moment was similar to what I used to feel every time Sachin got out in his playing days. I came back disappointed and told my wife that he was gone. Her response was, “So what? Let’s go down”.