Chapter 1
Two boys walking along their hostel corridor.
"You are not going to play tonight. Are you?"
"Of course, I am going to play. Why shouldn't I?"
"Did you forget that you have an interview tomorrow?"
"Yes, the interview... I didn't forget that. But its only tomorrow"
He kept spinning his basket ball on his index finger.
"Uff... I can't understand you"
"You can't because even I can't understand myself. I am incomprehensible (laughing aloud)"
He went to the basketball ground near his hostel and bid bye to his roommate as well as best friend Purab.
Next day morning
Purab searched for Abhi and found a note on his bed.
"I am going to Aunty's house. I will go to the interview directly from there. Thanks for the noodles yesterday night"
He smiled after reading it and started getting ready for his work.
***
"Aunty ji"
Abhi called as he removed his shoes on the entrance. It was a house with narrow rooms with a line like structure. He went inside and switched on the old TV and starting watching NBA live. After 10 minutes, Sarla Maa came to him with a plate of samosas.
"Give me the big one"
He took a samosa from the plate and burnt his hand.
"Why are you always in a hurry? Will the samosa jump and run after few seconds?"
Sarla Maa scolded him.He ignored it and started eating hurrily.
"First ask him whether he is bunking the interview? Orange shirt and Blue pant. Is he going to circus?"
A voice came from the bedroom.
"First, you tell me is this the time to wake up? I know you are bunking college today for the competition, right?"
"What competition?"
Sarla Maa asked in confusion.
"Nothing maa. He is just playing pranks"
Bulbul patted on his head and signed him to be silent.
"When is the other devil coming back?" asked Abhi focusing on the TV screen.
Before Sarla Maa could reply, his phone's alarm rang. He took his sling bag and started running. When he reached the entrance, he realized he missed something. He came back and kissed Sarla Maa's cheeks and ran again.
"Beta ji! All the best!" said Sarla Maa. He was not visible when she said that. He was so fast in his cycle.
***
"You are not selected. I am sorry. Better luck next time"
Pragya was controlling her smile in front of the lady. As soon as she came out, she started smiling. She saw the sky overhead and told "Thank you God. Thank you so much. Now that I am not selected for the next round of the interview, I have half day time before the 7 O clock train to Mumbai. I can roam freely around Delhi with you my dear" looking at the small pouch in her hand.
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