[Wrong Identification -Hilarious Short Story]
Few years ago, we were returning from Germany to India. We were coming via Delhi, where my brother was staying. He was coming to pick us up. But, when I called him from Frankfurt airport, just before take-off, he told me that he might not come because of some urgent work instead his best buddy and our family friend B.K. Singh would be there to pick us. (I forgot that it was his old tactic to give us shock at last moment by lying). Never mind, even B.K. bhaiya (brother) was like my own brother. He was always there for us whenever we needed.
Our plane landed in Delhi at 2 AM in night. As usual our luggage came very late. When we came out of main door, few people were there to receive their friends and relatives. But my eyes were searching for B.K. bhaiya. I was very excited to return India and was almost desperate to meet my family. Suddenly I could see him standing little far. I shouted, “Bhaiyaaaa!!! Bhaiyaaaa!!!” (Brother), and started rushing towards him telling my husband to quickly follow. My husband was asking, “Where? Where?” and I was telling him, “See there! See There”
My husband asked me whether I had gone crazy as he did not find any trace of B. K. Singh. I said to my husband, “See, there he is”, and pointed to a man. He again told me “you crazy, he is not B. K. Singh”. But I was too exhilarated to hear him. I bitterly replied, “I know my brother, or you know. He is there”. And I ran to my “Bhaiya”. I greeted him with quite wide smile but my Bhaiya was emotion less! He did not even look at me. But I was too excited to see him. I almost scolded the guy, “Do not you recognize your sister?” The guy shyly replied, “No”. I was stunned.
Instantly, I could see B. K. Bhaiya coming from opposite direction with my brother. Embarrassing!!! Very politely I said sorry to that so called “B. K. Bhaiya” and ran away to “Real Bhaiyas”.
Even today my husband teases me saying, “You cannot recognize your own brother, then forget about others.”