Once I was traveling from Mumbai to Singapore. A woman sitting next seat continued looking at me. I understood that this lady had never seen a Sikh person before.

Midway in the flight when the tea and snacks were served, I struck a conversation with the lady.

Her name was Margarita and she belonged to Spain.

She asked, “what are you?”

I replied, “I am Sikh.”

“I am sorry,” said the young lady, “hope you get well soon.”

I replied, “no dear, I am not sick as that of the body, I am Sikh as of religion.”

She shook hands with me and said, “it is nice meeting you, I am also sick of religion.”