That’s why I settled to hit the railway station where it is always crowded and it is not quite possible for the shopkeeper to remember “that strange guy who asked for Cosmopolitan!“

After long waiting to buy the platform-ticket, I entered the platform and reached the bookstall. My eyes immediately caught the Cosmo, but I was still wondering how I could ask the guy. Hiding my shame, I looked at him, gave him a hundred rupee note and said, “Cosmo.”
“What?” May be he thought I implied something else.
“There! That one! Cosmopolitan?” Now that the cat is out of the bag, I wanted to run like hell from there! I’m sure my face had become a red tomato by then although his was expressionless when he handed me the magazine. I quickly put it inside a plastic cover. Mission accomplished!

Now why is Sam so hellbent on checking out Cosmo risking his dignity?