Mysore Mayhem- Part 6

The buffet breakfast is one of my all time favourites. As far as I have noticed, in any hotel, their breakfast is always the best may it be in terms of the spread or the quality of food. This was no exception either and Im sure I would have enjoyed it as much as I usually do if I didnt have a list of questions swirling madly in my mind.

From that moment in the morning, consciously or otherwise I had been searching for a person dressed in dark. Of course, added to the list of subjects were anyone who resembled the person but that wasnt of much help seeing I hadn't noted the face and most people here were built the same.

One of my techniques of dealing with stress/hyper-activity/depression etc is to walk. Luck so had it that that day's schedule had plenty of pleasurable walking involved. We visited Mysore Zoo and the famed Brindavan Gardens.

While there, I barely had time to think of any of the questions but on the way to and fro, the questions repeated themselves never yielding an answer or even a hint of an answer.

Except for one.
One face.
Nothing very clear yet it was a face.
One which I had noticed at the buffet breakfast, one which I had observed following in the zoo and one which I caught staring at me in the gardens.

Something was not falling into place and I didnt like it.