parallel lives
bhiaaa...khana milega?????????? i was skeptical of a positive reply even though i stressed hard on the last word of my sentence at half an hour before midnight. haanji milega.....aao baitho... oye bahadur... uth aur saab ke liye 4 thaali lagana. i glanced on the wooden table lying in front of tandoor, an around ten year old nepali kid lay there, sleeping, unaffected and unprotected by the shrill winters of Dharamshala. He was wearing a patched T-shirt and some worn out jeans. His brown monkey cap was doing a rather poor job in covering his ears. well, hearing the words of owner, we made our way through the haphazardly placed chairs towards the corner table of the 'dhaba'. it was our republic day today and being an holiday, it was a welcome break from our sucking office schedule. we had spent whole day thronging the streets of town during whole day and had a rather extended session of boozing at a local bar. uth ja oye.... tu utha ni abhi tak.....jaldi uth aur sahab ka khana lag...