Wearing a mask in Delhi..!

DURING the last and final test between Sri Lanka and India, pollution masks were worn by the Sri Lankan team on the field, with cricketer Suranga Lakmal even vomiting on the field.
“I think we are making a mountain of a molehill!” said a political heavy weight who lived in the capital, “Masks have always been worn in Delhi, and it is only right that when in Rome do what we Romans do!”
“Whoa! Whoa!” I exclaimed as another Sri Lankan player started coughing and throwing up on the field and their harried doctor was called to assist him in his breathing, “How could you make such a statement?” “Well,” said the politician, “Just look at our Prime Minister!”
I looked in the direction of Gujarat where I saw a white-bearded white-haired man campaigning for the elections, “Surely you are wrong?” “Look closely,” smiled the seasoned politician, “Is this the same man who you see in Delhi? Is this the same man who hugged Trump a few months back, who warmly congratulated the Miss World last week?”
“No!” I said rather reluctantly, “he speaks, and acts differently!” “In Delhi he’s one man, during elections another man? Do you think there are two men? One so pleasant and patient and the other blowing volcanic fire, spewing venom with vengeance on all his opponents there in Gujarat?”
“It’s strange!” I whispered. “It’s a mask!” said the seasoned politician. “AS soon as you step into the capital you start wearing a mask! Now forget the Prime Minister, can you see that boy over there?”
“Yes!” I said as I saw a boy with dimpled cheek running towards his mother. “Seems quite a sweet little fellow! I like the way he’s running to his mother just to be hugged!” “Now watch his front door as he steps out again, wearing his mask!”
A little later I watched the door open and a confident man stepping out, eyes focused and speech ready to be delivered. I watched as he boarded a plane to an election state and watched as he delivered a biting speech against Modi, “Why!” I said with astonishment, “That’s Rahul Gandhi!” “The same little boy you saw running to his mother to be cuddled steeped out a different man, how?” asked the political heavy weight smirking at me, “Tell me how?” “He’s got a mask on!” I admitted lamely.
“Exactly!” said the politician turning in the direction of Sri Lanka, “When the capital of our country requires you to put on a mask, just put it on and don’t complain why you had to do it!”
“They had to do it, because everybody in Delhi does it!” I said nodding in agreement and shrugging my shoulders as the bus with Sri Lankan players, staring with agony drove straight to the hospital..!
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