Chapter 11
Bypass Commotion
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As Nitin dropped in the bed, his leg hit the edge.
Curse it.
Pain flared up his ankle. His mouth had 100 bitter gourds. His mind was a whirlpool. Why did he do so? Silly reasons!
But he did not forget, in his anger, the box. He immediately packed it in his school bag. He might not remember it in the day. He had a bad case of memory. And that he had to pay off with less FA marks. A day earlier the teacher would tell to bring Grammar notebooks, the next day he would be standing. To prevent this, Nitin had tried out many measures. On such was that which failed was that he wrote a slip and put it in his pencil box. And at home, even though he opened it everyday, he would forget to notice the slip.
Tomorrow would be the end of the box. While returning home, he was going to throw it in the Khan.
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Nitin was lucky that day’s night wasn’t infected by bad dreams.
The morning, he departed for school. While crossing the bridge on the river Khan, Nitin fought the urge to dumb the box hat instant. He had waited long. He would wait for 6 hours more.
Then he remembered the party incidence. Oh god! How was he going to face Lokesh? Nitin hoped he remained absent that day. But he will have to do that some day. He can’t run away from it forever. Another defect Nitin possessed was facing difficult situations. He tried to avoid them at best. But they followed him always.
Nothing will happen, he told himself and continued to look outside the bus.
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“Jay?”
“Present.”
“Kshitij?”
“Yes.”
“Kyhati?”
“Lokesh?”
“Absent.”
Mrs Meetu Rani looked up.
“Ma’am, he’s suffering from snake poison. He sent the application.” Parivesh handed the application to the history teacher. She read and kept the paper in her almanac.
Poisoned, Nitin pondered. He had not wished for a terrible restriction such as this. Anyway, it was his fault. He already had less problems that one more was added. So great.
Throughout the day, Nitin kept an eye for Priya. She had done it all. Why didn’t she come to explain? But she never showed any sign of malice. Furthermore, she looked depressed.
Nitin never preferred bio. But the lab period was amazing. The main reason was Mrs. Madhuri. She dictated notes at break-wrist speed. He always wondered how Vaishali, Payal and Deepa could manage it in such jealousy-promoting handwritings.
Lab was different. They sat roll number wise on different tables in groups of fives. He got good partners, except anagram, who kept talking the whole time. Nitin enjoyed the peeling the onion and creating the slide. His was the best in class.
That didn’t make him love bio though.
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The yellow colored S-30 bus sped on the bypass road. Nitin gazed outside the window, the bag clutched in his arms. The whole bus roared with laughter. He had missed the point of all this, so his face was still grim. The wind was sun-hot. An intense yellow covering enveloped the whole city. Peak of the summer and still school working! The vacations were due two days later. Nitin had planned his routine. He was going to finish the holiday homework first. Last year was a blunder. If the teachers hadn’t decided to donate one more week, he would have hit zero. Thinking of the vacations made him feel worse. Srinagar was decades hence.
When he would reach Khan, he would throw and get rid of it.
How wrong he was.
Just in the middle of the empty bypass road, The bus had to come to a sudden halt because of a fanatic man standing in the way. The driver cursed and craned his neck out of the window. “Get outta the way, man.”
The man did so much to stand still. He was black-clad with a face as stiff as a frozen candy. he had a tanned complexion with a long and pointed nose. His hair was tar-black. Then he looked through the windshield at the driver. He boarded the bus.
“How dare you—?” The driver got up and was speechless. Literally. His mouth worked into words. But the voice was lost
The children panicked. Who the heck was this man?
Nitin inspected the man. He didn’t much look like a criminal or terrorist. Might be a disguise. His hard face and seriousness was giving Nitin chills. Nitin eyed the children. Their terrorized looks were now looks of aggravation.
“Damn the jam!”
“What’s happened?”
“Some cow—”
What was going on? The driver was now on the steering, constantly honking.
The man ran his eyes on the children. And he saw Nitin.
Nitin wanted to hide. What’s he doing here. Nitin didn’t have the courage to ask. He did his best to put a brave disguise. He wasn’t going to give away.
The man’s changed like AT LAST.
The man walked toward him. “Give me the box.”
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A lot of thanks for being there with Nitin so far. And it’s my great displeasure that my exams are due in 20 days. I would not be able to write further for studying matters. (I wish to get out of school soon and write full time without any homeworks, FAs, tests, assignments, exams and whatnot intervening.)
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