Thread by @FShirin

Years ago, 25 precisely, a newly wed me & hubby, fresh off the boat dreamers, were roaming around Queens NY somewhere & decided to get coffee. We landed at a @dunkindonuts & were greeted by someone who looked & sounded like us. We could tell he is ‘desi’..😊
Filling up from the

coffee pot swiftly, with a lively smile, he asked us where we were from.. This question back then had to be answered with pleasure & pride both. ‘Pakistan’ I replied and heard him asking the expected: ‘which city?’
We told him Lahore and found out he was also from Lahore

It was a busy time of the day and amidst dealing with other customers, he managed to exchange a few sentences with us about our future plans, our residency in Massachusetts etc & how we all missed home & the pleasure of seeing someone from home here. As we were about to head out,

he handed us a big box of donuts and insisted to keep it as a gift from a fellow Lahori. He did not let us pay. It was a dozen donuts. It felt like a world! To this day I remember the feeling.. We never met again. NY has DD’s every corner of every street, and often more than one.

We visited NY a lot during our stay in New England but could not come across him. Gradually we found out that ‘free give away’ is not a thing here😊 It was such a lovely gesture from him to see two young, new comers, learners in every respect, & attempt to make em miss home less

And to make them see that there are others who have made the journey and are there to welcome you with open arms. He surely did his share well!

Where ever you are, we thank you & fondly remember you ❤️

We have come to a point in life where the the guilt of savoring a donut has come to counting carbs rather than converting cost into rupees😀
Dear anonymous, although your face has faded with time, your smile has been there on every donut for us🙏😊