The first person I met after I left my clogs at the door and stepped into the hall was Reddy.

His Old Navy sweatshirt flashed back the Tamil ancient technology wood ships that are still built and cruise the open Indian ocean between India and Arab peninsula.

Reddy was living all over the global as he represented Japanese electronic brandsin emerging markets.

He also had business in Israel and told me this little story:

"Years back I cam to Israel for business. I didn't know it is the Passover holiday (he said it in Hebrew with an Indian accent, E.D), so I ended up spending the week traveling all over Israel instead. When it was time for me to leave on an Olympic flight to Greece, they gave me such a thorough search that they had to dellay the flight for 15 minutes. When I got to my business class seat eventually, it all came clear. My neighbour was the Greek high priest carrying the holly flame of Easter from Israel to Greek, because only the Greek and Russian church celebrate Easter one week later then all other."

I laughed and immediately recalled my Gujarati similar experience I described in this story: http://jpgmag.com/stories/15223 - "Wait till I tell you my story" I said, but we haven't got the chance since

But his first question as I entered with a Starbucks paper bag was:

"Is it possible it contain eggs?" he asked softly as I offered my Prasad (food gift for gods/guests).

"Maybe" I said about the Persian long bread and cranberries bagels.

"Food that may harm animals shouldn't be served" explained me Ramchandra later who came with his wife and daughter, "These days we can know that an egg is infertile so many do eat those at home"