What’s your name? I ask the whole foods worker (who passes me a free shot of mango lassi)
LAAV. NICE TO MEET YOU. (THICK HINDI ACCENT).
How do you spell it? I say.
Really? I crack up. So does he.
MY REAL NAME IS PANKAJ. IT MEANS “LOTUS”.
Oh, that’s nice.
BUT PEOPLE GET IT WRONG. THEY CALL ME PANCAKE.
Love, it is.