There were a few old white haired ladies chatting with each other…no prices for guessing what they would be speaking about…To avoid too much of my exposure which meant I may become the topic of discussion…I walked as fast as I could towards my apartment. A glance to the post box on the left hand side to check if there was any letter for me… Subba Rao 1/12, Eswari apartment, Appaswamy Street, West Mambalam, Chennai 33. Was an address typed on a piece of paper and stuck on an envelope. I picked it up…took a few steps and read the name once again…it read “Subba Rao”…I turned back and placed it next to post box. The few old ladies who were watching me have a topic to speak about I thought and walked towards my Flat No 12. But, predominantly my thoughts were on Subbaa Rao. The four lines from bottom-up indicated the flat that I lived in. But the name was no were close to mine…and I don’t share my Flat No. 12 with anyone else. “Well, who is this Sub