Exactly a year ago, I was stranded all alone on the highway of Kharghar, devoid of people, with the cell phone on my hand losing its marbles just when they were needed the most.
Two men and a flock of goats were the only living beings to be seen on the road, if I do not take in account the grass that lost its greenery to the dirt of the vehicles that pass by, probably years ago.
I went to one of the two men - the one whose clothes were less disheveled than the other, but disheveled nonetheless and as dirty as the grass I stepped upon.
He combed his dark, oiled hair with his long and thin fingers as I approached him.
I ask him in a polite tone, hiding the desperateness inside me," Bhaiya, aapke paas mobile phone hoga? Ek call karna tha".
He shakes his head and I almost lose all my hopes on making a call to my friend.
He says, "Phone nahi hai. Par mere tab se call ho sakta hai, Chalega?"
Two men and a flock of goats were the only living beings to be seen on the road, if I do not take in account the grass that lost its greenery to the dirt of the vehicles that pass by, probably years ago.
I went to one of the two men - the one whose clothes were less disheveled than the other, but disheveled nonetheless and as dirty as the grass I stepped upon.
He combed his dark, oiled hair with his long and thin fingers as I approached him.
I ask him in a polite tone, hiding the desperateness inside me," Bhaiya, aapke paas mobile phone hoga? Ek call karna tha".
He shakes his head and I almost lose all my hopes on making a call to my friend.
He says, "Phone nahi hai. Par mere tab se call ho sakta hai, Chalega?"
We all are prejudiced in some way or the other. If we were not we would be Gods! (^-^)
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