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Finally, thinking of something he went towards the Information Counter. Just then, he spotted Silufoi and Fua, trying to come in from the open doors, but getting pushed back in the out-going rush. He could not help shouting, “Silufoi, Silufoi, Here, here.” Forgetting the troley with his luggage, he started running towards them. Just then  they saw him. Before they could say sorry, and explain about the lot of traffic, Mahesh had blurted out in irritation, “How late. I am waiting for so long.” Silufoi hugged him with big smiles. Fua had extended his hand right away, saying,  “Welcome, welcome.”  

For a long time Mahesh could not shake off the irritation of that first hour in America. “ In the name of High-Way Toll these Government people are taking so much money, and even more, all those that collect money are only black. Totally only black people.” Mahesh had not seen the look that his aunt and uncle had exchanged on hearing his words. He went on saying things like - “ Is this a white people’s country, or just black people’s? ”