That Secret Ingredient "What? The medicine is finished? But how is this possible?" I cried. "Yes, Sorry but you are late. We have sold each unit.", he said with a straight face and an indifferent expression. "But it’s not my fault. The stupid metro kept halting and then that auto-driver took almost a century to drop me at this address..", I bombarded him with explanations. "Boy! you said that the last time too", he said. "No", I argued, "last time I had a bus tyre puncture trouble story." "Isn't it hard to remember?", he chuckled. "Ummm. may be" ... "wait, no why? ". I grasped it a moment later. "Nothing, just like that", he smiled. I knew I was in trouble, the only ray of hope for my health was fazing before me. That too, twice in a row. It was hard to be on time, especially, when you lived so far. But I desperately needed it. I couldn't just give up. "Sir, I need that...