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This is something I learned from Latika. Adding quote at my every chapter.
“Be as Student as long as you still have something to learn, and this will mean all your life”
― Henry L. Doherty
I took a deep breath and rotated my neck nearly 90 degrees to see the one and only face, I least wanted to see. He was right behind me, sitting in Maharaja style and mocking me with the same smile. I remembered how last time, he used me to get away from the journalist and walked away without hearing me. I didn’t feel insulted at his actions that night, because I was as stubborn as he was and I had done the same if I disliked the person. But still, it would have been nice to bid a ‘right’ goodbye. Now, here I was, once again; with him, on a stupid elephant who used its circus skills the very moment when I was standing there. Why could not it be someone else? Like Nuts? Or Raman? They liked him, his cricket and all of those killer features he possessed. They would have traded anything to be just at my place. Then, why me?
“Remembering our last time?” He questioned.
"Aniruddha? Oh, hi! I can't believe we have met again." I kept a surprised tone and offered him a fake smile..
He chuckled and scratched his head.
"Trust me. I am excited to see you again too."
I turned my head back. It was hurting to watch him from the corner of my eyes and plus I wasn't (I am still not) an owl who can turn its head to 360 degrees. It hurt.
"Didn't I tell you clearly to never meet me?"
"I am not bound to follow whatever you say. Plus, it seems like Mata Saraswati has sat on your tongue and whatever you are speaking, is coming true. What were your last words?" He stopped and then I heard my own voice. "It can be anything. Like riding an elephant. Aniruddha, never meet me again."
Oh My God! He mimicked me with perfection. Even my own parents wouldn't be able to tell the difference if they heard it on a phone. I gasped. My mouth hung open as laughter rolled down. The hairy guy beside me, shook his body after every giggle. It was like his body was having after quakes. I stared at him in amusement as he tried to control his laughter. But it got increased instead. Now, he was covering his mouth, pressing his hands hard, not letting the giggles spill. Needless to say, his attempts were failing.
“Are you on Nitrous Oxide?” I asked in a serious tone.
He stopped abruptly and stared at me in confusion. His watery eyes looked childlike. Though, his physique screamed Punjabi- tall, turban, athletic, kada, accent; if you watch his face look as innocent as a newborn child. His personality spoke genuineness. Of course, my ‘this’ first impression of Lakhi was going to shatter soon.
“I don’t take drugs. It’s against regulations.” He replied.
So, he clearly didn't get my high-level joke.
“Oh. Then alcohol?” I inquired.
“Not in day time.”
“Then why are you laughing like a piyakkad?”
“Hain?”
“Lakhi, she is pulling your leg. Nitrous Oxide means laughing gas.” Aniruddha spoke before I could ask Lakhi more question.
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