Badal da entered the Airport with swollen red eyes and running nose, which he wiped with his handkerchief every now and then, His face was drained of all colors. Anyone would know from his face that he was not well. The girl sitting behind the desk looked at him more than once while she was booking his seat. She asked very politely, "Sir, you don’t look well. Are you suffering from any disease?” Badal da frowned at her, "Yes, I am a sick man. I am suffering from C A P S caps." “Sir, is it very contagious?” the girl