Rainy day in the office. Working in the conference room with Ram on the other side of the table. The research office has been invaded by perky interns. "Life shouldn't be like an airport," he says all of a sudden.
"Why is that?" I ask. These days, he's sad and prone to musings.
"It shouldn't be about the arrivals and departures. It should be about the in-betweens."
"People leave, we leave. Then there's always someone else, in time. What happened to the in-betweens?"