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Reduce, Reuse and Recycle
If you are worried about the piles of
waste that rot on our roads, about the corporation that you think doesn’t know
its job; about corrupt politicians who you think swindle public money, about
the whole system that in your opinion, doesn’t work, and if you think your job
ends there, please skip the rest.
On the other hand, if you want to do
something about it, here are a few shockingly simple things you can do, which
can go a long way.
Reduce – Reduce the use of materials that can end up as
difficult-to-manage waste
1.
Avoid takeaway food as much as you can,
if you do, do it from a place where as little plastic is used for packaging as
possible.
2.
Buy cotton clothes instead of
synthetic/semi-synthetic clothes
3.
While shopping, buy stuff with as less
plastic packaging as possible.
4.
Again, while going shopping, take your
own shopping bag along.
5.
Never, never waste food.
6.
While arranging parties – go for
paper/ceramic cups, plates. Never go for plastic or other synthetic stuff.
7.
When going on a trip, carry your own
water bottle (plastic or otherwise). Take a look near our railway tracks and
you’ll know why I say this.
8.
When buying soft drinks, buy them in
cans instead of plastic bottles.
1.
Re-use plastic bags, do not just throw
them away after a single use. Wear them out by use.
2.
Reuse one-sided paper for your rough
scribblings
3.
Use fountain pens instead of ball-pens.
If you do use them, make sure you get them refilled – do not just throw away
used pens.
4.
Give away your old usable clothes to
charity
5.
Sell away unusable clothes, glass,
paper to recycling shops
1.
Disposing plastic should be your last
option, and when you do, make sure you dispose it properly, understand where
it’s going, make sure it gets recycled if it is recyclable. The fundamental
thing here is segregation of plastic.
2.
Segregate the degradable from
non-degradable waste at source. Do not just dump all your waste on the people
who come to collect them – remember they are also people like us who would not
really enjoy digging through someone else’s garbage.
3.
If you have the space, dispose organic
waste in your own yard in a compost – rather than burdening the
corporation/municipality services. Actually it doesn’t take that much
space;here’s a good link on how you can go about composting.
4.
If you live in a flat, talk to your
association to get a compost unit built.
Parker Pen (Or as my friends have fondly called it " Chandayile vedi"
Trrrr Trrrr a sound emanated
from the tin box in which he had collected his pocket money.
“I wonder how much money there
is in the box, he said to himself and opened the tin box hoping for a miracle.
He looked into the box. There was only coins, Rs 2, Rs1. 50p and 25p coins. He
tilted the box, so that all the coins fell onto his bed. He stared putting each
denomination separately sand then started counting all the coins. The total
came to Fifteen rupees seventy five paise. He put his two hands on his head and
stared at the coins in disappointment.
His little sister comes into the
room and walks up towards him. He picks her up onto the bed. She sees the coins
laid out on the bed and pointing a finger towards the coins and with those
innocent eyes looking at him, she cries out ‘chocolate’.
I’m sorry Ayeshu mole ‘he says’.
I need Rs 50 to buy a pen for uppa’s birthday tomorrow. I only have fifteen
rupees and seventy five paise.
Ayesha looks at him again and
cries out ‘Chocolate’ again, OK, OK, I’ll bring chocolate for you in the
evening ‘ he says touching her cheeks. She gives him a cute smile and gets down
from the bed and runs away.
‘Now I have to buy her a
chocolate also. From where will I get that money’, he said to himself, putting
his hands on his head.
‘Anwar, have you taken your
bath’, his mother called out from the kitchen.
‘No, Umma, I’m going to take bathe.’
‘Be fast or you will be late for
school’.
‘Ya………….’, he said as he put all
the coins in small purse, got from a jewellery and then put that purse inside
his bag. He removed his dresses and dashed off to the bathroom.
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‘Umma, what are you giving to
Uppa for his birthday’, Anwar asked his mother,munching an idli.
‘What present? Tomorrow I’ll
make chicken biryani for dinner’ his mother replied. ‘Now eat fast, you are
getting late.’
‘Umma, can I have some more
money’, he asked.
‘why’
“ I want to buy a sip-up for
Sooraj’. He had brought one for me last week’.
‘You already have Rs 13 with
you. Then why do you want more’.
‘You only said that I should use
that Rs 10 in case of any emergency only, rest, Rs3 is used as bus charge’.
‘Ok, now wash your hands and
rush off’.
‘Umma please’, he pleaded.
‘Ok, I’ll give you Rs2. But this
is the last time’, she said as she took Rs2 coin from her purse and gave it to
him.
‘Now, bugger off!
‘Thank you, Umma’, he said with
a lovely smile and then gave his little sis a kiss on the cheek and ran off.
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‘Hi Sooraj’, Anwar said as he
lay his hand on Sooraj’s shoulder.
‘Hi’
‘Could you lend me some money
today. I’ll give it back as fast as possible.’
‘Why, yaar?’
‘Tomorrow is Uppa’s birthday. I
want to buy a Parker’s pen for him. I had broken his favourite pen last month
by mistake’.
‘Ok, let me see. I’ll give you
the money at school.’
Meanwhile, the bus came and both
of them got onto the bus.
‘Pass’, Anwar said to the
conductor while givinh him Rs1.5. The conductor with a scowl on his face asked
him to get inside and put his bad in a side. He said the same thing to Sooraj
also. Sooraj pushed himself in between the people and inadvertently hit the
conductor’s elbow. Two coins fell out of the conductor’s hand. A passenger picked
up Rs 1coin, but the 2nd coin wasn’t found.
Sooraj said, ‘I’m very sorry’ to
the conductor.
The conductor gave him a growl,
and muttered something, under his breath.
They reached the school. Anwar
contemplated asking all his classmates for some contribution, but decided
against it. He then asked Sooraj,’what do I do’?
‘How much money do you have with
you right now’. Sooraj asked back.
Seventeen rupees and seventy
paise only plus Rs 1 I got from the bus’
Anwar replied.
‘So you took that coin. So that’s
Rs 1 less we want’ said Sooraj with a grin.
‘That is rupees 18 and seventy
five paise only. How much money do you have with you?
‘I can give you Rs 3,’ Sooraj
said rummaging his pockets’ or let me see, here there is three rupees and fifty
paise.
‘so total will be ……’ Anwar said
as took out his notebook and turned to the last page and added.
118.75+3.5=22.25
Only Twenty two rupees yaar’, Anwar said looking sad.
‘Don’t worry, we’ll get the
money somehow’, Sooraj consoled his friend.
The bell rang and both of them
entered their classes and went to the respective seats. They waited till the
lunch break to resume their talk. They hurried out to a secluded area of the
compound, with Anwar carrying his purse of money.
‘Now we need Rs 28 more’ Sooraj
said to Anwar.
‘Ya, but how will we get that
much money,’ Anwar asked him.
‘Why don’t you ask Priyanka
chechi?’ Sooraj asked him with raised eyebrows.
(Priyanka was a senior in 10th
standard who was in love with Anwar’s cousin Shajith. Anwar used to act as
messenger between them.)
‘Shajith Ikka will come to know
and he will scold me’, Anwar said.
‘Just tell her that you lost
your money and you need some money to go home’.
‘But will she have money with
her?’
‘She is a rich girl. She may
even give Rs 50 note. She likes you very much also.
‘Ok, then come we’ll go and ask
her’.
They both set off towards the 10th
std class. The 10th std student seemed very serious looking, they looked in through
the window and saw Priyanka eating her food with her friends.
‘Your cousin is very lucky to
have such a beautiful rich girl friend’. Sooraj said to Anwar.
Anwar didn’t reply. He was still
thinking whether it is a good idea to ask Priyanka chechi for money.
Priyanka suddenly turned her
head and saw them standing outside. Her friends also noticed them. They said
something to Priyanka and laughed. Priyanka started blushing and got up from
her seat and came outside and asked Anwar ‘Did he gave any letter?’
‘No…..no, he didn’t give any
letter’ Anwar replied looking very nervous.
‘Then what?Aren’t you feeling
well?’ Priyanka asked Anwar and put her hand on his forehead to check whether
he had fever.
‘No, no, I’m ok. It is just
that……….’Anwar paused and looked at Sooraj.
‘He lost his money in the bus
and today he came to ask if you could lend him some money’. Sooraj said very
confidently.Sooraj’s confident pose made Anwar relax and he said ‘Yes, that’s
what I came for’.
Priyanka looked at Anwar with
suspicion and then smiled and said, ‘Ok, I’ll give you some money and then went
inside her class and took some money out of her purse and came out again.
‘Here’, she handed out Anwar a
Rs 5 note. The disappointment was clearly seen in his face.
‘Only Rs 5?’ Sooraj asked
Priyanka.
‘Then what, you only need Rs 1.5
or 2 to get home and I am giving you 5 Rs’, Priyanka said towering over Sooraj.
“That is enough’, Anwar said as
he snatched the money from Priyanka’s hand and ran towards his class with
Sooraj closely following him. They reached their classroom.
‘Damn, she just gave 5 rs’,
Anwar said slamming his fist slowly onto the desk.
‘She’s such a miser. Hmmm………,
anyhow now we have 27 rs, that means 23 more to get, Sooraj said calculating.
‘Can’t you ask Georgina Miss for
some money? She is very fond of you.’ Anwar asked Sooraj.
‘Ok, let me see.’
Georgina Miss was their English
teacher. Both of them tried to impress her during the English period. After the
class, Sooraj went to her just as she was about to go out ans asked her for
some money, saying that he had lost his money. She asked him to come to the
staffroom after classes.
‘I’ll ask her for minimum 10
rupees’, Sooraj said to Anwar.
‘Then it will become 37 rupees,
but where do we get the rest 11 rupees from’.
‘We’ll see yaar’.
They went to Georgina Miss after
the class and asked her for 10 rupees.
‘Why do you want 10 rupees, I’ll
give you onlu 5 rupees’,Georgina Miss said lowering her spectales and looking
at them.
‘I want to go to see one of my
friends and then go home,’Sooraj replied, not looking at her face.
‘Which friend’?
‘You don’t know him, Miss. He
had broken his leg while playing football. So I want to go and see him’.
‘Are you telling the truth’.
‘Yes, Miss’.
Anwar was quiet all this time.
‘Is Anwar coming with you?’
Georgina Miss asked Sooraj.
‘Yes Miss’.
‘Ok, I’ll give you the money, but
only 10 rupees. But I expect to get the money back quickly’.
‘Ok, Miss’.
She opened her purse and took
out a crisp 10 rupees note and handed it to Sooraj.
‘Now, rush off and try to get
home early’, she said giving him a pat on the head.
‘Thank you, Miss’, both of them
said in unison and Sooraj took the money and they ran off.
They walked slowly towards the
bus stop, thinking how to get the remaining 13 rupees.
‘I have a 10 rupees note with
me, which umma had given me for any emergency. But she will check everyday to
see I have that money or not’. Anwar said.
Sooraj said ‘ok’ and then
suddenly bend down.
‘Here, I got a 50 paise coin. So
our total becomes 37+10+0.50 =47.50 rupees’. Sooraj said putting that coin in
Anwars purse.
‘Actually, it is 47rupees 75 paise’,
Anwar corrected him.
‘So we still need 2 rupees and
25 paise.
‘But how will give back all the
money , we have got now?
‘Let us go to the shop down the
street. We may get a discount there’.
‘Ok’.
They walk slowly searching’ the
ground for any coins. They reach the shop, Sooraj is about to go in, but Anwar
pulls back Sooraj.
‘Do you think he’ll give the pen
for this much money’?
Anwar asks Sooraj.
‘We’ll see, come on’, Sooraj
says and pulls Anwar into the shop.
‘They go to the salesman and
asks for the specific parker pen. He gives it to them and they go to the
counter to pay. ‘Anwar asks the man in the counter ‘How much?’
’50 rupees’, comes the reply.
‘can’t you lower the price
little more’.
‘Look at this’, the man in the
counter says as he shows him the MRP’ It is actually 55 rupees and I’m selling
it for 50 rupees. I cannot lower the price anymore’.
‘But I only have 47 rupees and
75 paise ‘.
‘Then, I’m very sorry. Now, if
you want anything else you can buy it. Or else go out and don’t waste my time’,
the man said pointing outside.
They go out in disappointment.
‘Now what do we do?’Anwar asks
Sooraj.
I’m thinking’.
Don’t you have to reach home by 5:30’.
Don’t you have to reach home by 5:30’.
‘yes’
‘Ok, then you go’.
‘But what will you do. How will
you get rest of the money?’
‘That, I’ll do something, you
go’.
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yup’
Sooraj went off towards his
home. Anwar supported himself on an electric pole and tears started to drop
from his eyes, Then someone put a hand on his shoulder and asked him, do you
want money?
Anwar turned back to see a man,
about 25 years of age, dressed formally.
‘Yes… I want some money’ Anwar
said, trying hard to hold back his tears.
‘How much money do you want?’
the man asked him 2 rupees and 25 paise.
‘I’ll give you 100 rupees’, but
you have to do a simple job for me.
‘What job? Actually, I’ll do
anything.’ Anwar says at the prospect of getting 100 rupees.
‘You have to go and put this
parcel in front of the big shop in Market Road’, he says showing him a box.
‘Should I give it to someone’.
‘No, just keep it where no one
notices. Someone will pick it up from there’.
‘If you want I’ll give the
parcel directly to the person’.
‘Don’t order me. Just do as I
say, the man retorted.
‘Ok’, Anwar says and stretches
his hand forward to receive the parcel and the 100 rupees.
‘If anyone asks you, what is
inside the parcel Just say it is for the shop keeper’, and don’t stand there
put the parcel there and go home.
‘Ok’, Anwar says and walks
towards the market road thinking that now he can buy the pen easily and give
back Priyanka chechis, Georgina Miss’s and Soorajs money tomorrow itself. I’ll
still have lots of money left. I’ll give Sooraj a treat tomorrow.
He walks very happily with a stude
in his step. He reaches the market and puts the box in a corner in front of the
shop and walks away.
He goes back to the stationary
shop and produces the 100 rupees note to the cashier and asks him to give the
parker pen.
‘From where did you get the
money’.
‘I got the money. That’s all.
Now give me the pen’.
‘Ok’ he tells his assistant to bring
the pen and takes 100 rupees note from
Anwar and gives him back 50 rupees note. Anwar takes takes the pen, the he gets
2 rupees note from his purse and asks for 4 50 paise sweets for his sister. He
buys that also and hurries back to house.
He gets a scolding from his
mother for being late. But because his days ambitions were fulfilled more than
his expectations, he doesn’t mind a bit. He gives the sweets to his sister,
when her mother was busy watching her serials, he then goes and asks her mother
‘when will uppa come home’.
‘He called me. He said he’ll be
a bit late, since he is going to the market to buy things.
‘ok’
‘N ow go to study. We’ll eat
dinner when uppa comes.’ He goes to his room and picks up the parker pen which
he has hidden behind his books and admires it.
Just then his mother calls him
loudly. He rushes to the living room and sees flash news on the TV.
BOMB BLAST AT MARKET
His mother looked very worried.
But on seeing his face, she consoles him saying ‘Don’t worry’ uppa must have
left the market by now and hugs him.
Just then the bell rings and Anwar
escapes from his mothers clutches to
open the door. But it was not his father, but his fathers elder brother and his
wife both of them looking very serious. They come in and tell Anwar to go
inside, telling him that they want to talk to his mother alone. Anwar goes to
other room but tries to hear what they were saying.
His fathers brother was talking
‘ Shahid (Anwars father) had died in the bomb blast. His mother screams and his
aunty tries to console her. His fathers brother continues unabated ‘Someone
placed the bomb in front of the big shop in the market. Shahid was coming out
after buying the necessary things when the bomb blasted. Anwar listens in total shock. He takes the
parker pen from his pocket and looks at it. The light seems to fade, until
there it total blackness and he falls to the ground with a thud……….
A short story by Mukul Sasidharan.
Saturday, 8 December 2012
Mathuage
Not far from Mumbai is a small
town called Vajraghat, known primarily for its juicy guavas. It is a long
night’s train journey from Mumbai to Vajraghat – a journey that very few people
take.
Raghunath took this train
often since he traded in guavas. An avid reader, he always carried a good book
on these journeys to while away the hours.
One evening, when Raghunath
made just such a trip, something strange happened. He was sharing his
compartment with three others. One of his companions was a tall, skinny, pale
man with a long nose and a furtive demeanor. When Raghunath entered, the man
was already seated, reading a book intently. Always curious, Raghunath peeked
at it through the corner of his eye, but the book had a dark cover with no
title. A bit disappointed, Raghunath pulled out his own book and began to read.
The journey began. The
companionable silence in the compartment was constantly interrupted by vendors
of food and beverages.
But oddly, while the other
passengers sat down to dinner, the skinny, pale man had his long nose stuck to
his book. He never put it down! Raghunath became very interested in what the
man was reading. What book could be interesting enough to skip dinner? He
waited for an opportunity to peep into the book, but it was impossible to get a
glimpse of the pages.
Soon, the ticket collector
came in to inspect everyone’s tickets. As he left, the man mumbled something
under his breath. Intrigued, Raghunath leaned in. Had he imagined it? Raghunath
was sure that he had heard the man say ‘76.’
But why would someone say ‘76’
simply out of the blue? Was it his seat number? Quietly, Raghunath checked and
found that the man’s seat number was, in fact, 31.
So why did he suddenly say 76?
Raghunath’s curiosity knew no
bounds. He looked for an opportunity to strike a conversation with the man. But
the man was completely lost in his book.
As nighttime set in, the
other two passengers went to sleep. Raghunath determinedly continued his
efforts to talk to the man, but to no avail. He would have to resort to drastic
measures to attract the man’s attention.
Lying on the top berth
with feigned casualness, Raghunath ‘accidentally’ dropped his pillow – right on
the man’s head! Then, he started apologising profusely. Although the man wasn’t
hurt, Raghunath fussed over him until his constant apologies almost became
annoying. Finally, the man looked up and said with a smile on his face, ‘332.’
Raghunath was stunned.
Did this man speak only in numbers? Raghunath now looked straight into the man’s
eyes and asked, ‘Are you all right?’
The man returned
Raghunath’s piercing gaze and replied, ‘7-93-289.’ After a pause, he added,
‘27.’
Attempting to appear
unnerved, Raghunath continued the conversation. ‘So, what is your name?’
The man answered with a
deadpan face, ‘8563.’
So the man did speak only
in numbers, Raghunath concluded. But it was obvious that Mr. 8563 was not
interested in continuing the conversation. Raghunath lay in bed, mulling over
the peculiar incident.
After a while, 8563 rose.
He placed the book on the berth and went out of the compartment, presumably to
use the washroom.
Grabbing the opportunity,
Raghunath leapt out of his seat, picked up the book and opened it. What he saw
made him gasp. The book had lines and lines and lines of just numbers!
Raghunath heard footsteps
right outside the compartment and he quickly replaced the book and went back to
his own berth. 8563 came into the compartment and started reading the book
again.
Soon, Raghunath began to
feel sleepy and, although he was terribly curious about 8563, he could not keep
his eyes open any longer. He fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
The piercing screech of
iron wheels on the rail tracks awoke Raghunath in the middle of the night. The
bustle outside suggested that they had reached a station. Raghunath groggily
looked up and was aghast to see that 8563 was not in the compartment. Had he
got off?
Suddenly wide awake, he
leapt to his feet. He had to find the man and solve the mystery.
He rushed near the exit, but 8563
was not there. Then he got out of the train. There was a fair amount of
movement on the platform. Some people were sleeping oblivious to the
surrounding. But he couldn’t find 8563 anywhere.
The signal turned to green and
the horn of the train caused some birds to flutter around. The train started
moving and Raghunath got into the train, still looking outside, when he heard
someone running. He looked back to see 8563 run and get on the train in one
swift movement.
Raghunath looked at him for a
moment and asked ‘Where were you?’
The man looked at the suitcase
in his hand and replied ‘52’.
‘Hey, you are making me go crazy
now’, Raghunath said pointing a finger at 8563. ‘What is it with you and
numbers?’
The man didn’t respond. Instead
he looked at his suitcase once again. He then started walking to their coupe,
but Raghunath blocked 8563’s way with his hand. 8563 looked at Raghunath with a
stern face and shouted ’23’.
Raghunath immediately removed
his hand and let the man pass. He stood there bewildered and contemplating what
to do next for some time. He then went back to his coupe.
8563 was sitting casually with
his right leg on top of his left knee. He smiled as Raghunath entered the
coupe. Poor Raghunath didn’t know how to respond and gave the man a weak smile
and climbed onto his berth.
‘Hey, I am sorry’
Raghunath turned back to see who
said that; but both the other passengers were still fast asleep and 8563 was
grinning at him.
‘Have I actually gone crazy’, he
thought.
‘Why don’t you come and sit
here? ‘, 8563 beckoned him.
Raghunath came down and sat
beside 8563.
'Hi, I am Dr. Vishnuvardhan.',
8563 held out his hand for a handshake.
Raghunath looked at him for a
second and then gave him a feeble hand shake. 'Now can I know what is going
on?' Raghunath asked.
'You don't have to get
animated.', the doctor said and added ' I am a doctor, a psychiatrist to be
specific.'
'So were you checking whether I
was mad or not', Raghunath spoke loudly. His voice seemed to stir one of the
passengers in the coupe, who opened his eyes a little bit and then towards his
side and slept.
'Please calm down. I was just
testing you', the doctor tried to pacify Raghunath.
'What do you mean by you were
testing me?'
'See, it is like this. A group
of mathematicians from the Institute of Mathematics in India, the IMI formed a
language of their own. They named it MATHUAGE, ie short for Mathematics
Language.'
'Ok, go on'
'They started communicating in
this language among themselves and also published a book', the doctor said
showing the book Raghunath had checked out earlier.
Raghunath took the book and
opened it again. He still wasn't getting any idea.
'One of the mathematician Mr.
Vinod Salve is my close friend. He is the one who introduced me to this
language. I am actually on my way to meeting him at Vajraghat, his native
place.'
'Hmmmmmmmmm...... please
continue'
'So I was doing some research on
my own. I was thinking how people would react if I talked in a language that we
thought we understand, but we don't understand it at all.'
'I am sorry, I didn't get you.'
'Its like this. You understand
mathematics and for a businessman which I presume you are, you must be good in
mathematics. But when I talked to you in mathuage, you were completely at loss.
You kept thinking and trying to solve the problem by yourself. You wanted to
find out the solution at all costs.'
'But I guess most of the people
would have reacted in the same way.'
'Precisely. That was what I was
testing.'
'So I was a guinea pig today.
Anyhow nice meeting you. Good night', Raghunath said and got up.
'I am sorry again. I would like
you to meet Vinod and give your opinions about mathuage.'
'Sure.', Raghunath said and got
onto his berth and closed his eyes and dreamt of speaking in numbers.
Sunday, 30 September 2012
Drop
The fans made a purring noise,
but instead of cooling the compartment, it was directing the hot air directly
into the face of the old man. Beads of sweat came flowing down his forehead and
onto the end of his eyebrow through the side of his left eye and onto his cheek
and slowly dripped off from his chin drop by drop. He tried flapping the
newspaper as hard as he could, but he just fell more tired doing it.
He placed his bag on the seat and
went to the loo to relieve himself. Urine flowed out with a stutter and in a
yellowish colour. He felt a tinge of pain. He washed his hands and looked at
his face in the mirror. There was still perspiration on his forehead and his
nerves were bulging out from his temples. He washed his head a few times till
he felt cool and waited till some of that water was absorbed by his dry skin.
He then wiped his face and went back to his seat.
The
train stopped at a station. There were quite a few vendors shouting at the top
of their voices, ‘Cold water, juice…cool drinks…’. He didn’t want any of those
drinks produced by the MNC’s. A girl in
her early 20s brought a bottle of Coca Cola. She opened the bottle with some
difficulty and the cola spilled out of the bottle onto her hand and then onto
the floor. A few drops also fell onto his feet.
Oh, ……………………… I’m sorry, she said
to the old man
He nodded his head to show that
it was alright. The coolness of those drops that fell on his leg felt good. The
girl wiped her hand with a handkerchief. She then brought the top of the bottle
onto her lips and gulped some coca cola and finished it off by licking her
luscious lips. This action made the old man more thirsty and he now wondered
whether he should buy something or whether the girl would offer him the cola.
The train started moving. All the calls by the platform vendors started to die
out. He looked at the girl again, but she just repeated the same action once
again. He started cursing himself for not having brought at least a bottle of
water.
He started
getting restless and shifted his leg to & froth and hit the girl’s leg
accidently. This time he apologised to her and she gave him a big smile. She
then opened the cola bottle once again and took another gulp. He watched that
in despair and he got up from his seat and went to wash his face once again.
He stood near the door and looked
outside. The hot air hit him hard on the face. The train approached a bridge.
He contemplated jumping onto the almost parched river. And then it hit him on
the cheek and another one on his forehead with some force. The drops then came
down with more force. He closed his eyes and took in the cool rain in all its
magnanimity. He then looked at the girl and smiled at her for the first time.
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