A cool summer night (Allahabad, 2005) we were sitting in our balcony as usual with no work at all, the power just returned, the air drying up the remains of sweat on our faces. A girl came running, informing us with a devilish smile. Pronto the info was given to the fellow respiters, thus in a matter of seconds the news spread like a forest fire through the corridors that the door to the forbidden place "the kitchen" is actually open. It was already past midnight and the chhipkali (aka warden) fast asleep. A few guards half slumbering were chatting with each other beating "khaini" and trying to get rid of the mosquitoes by flipping their hands vigorously.
The plan for the raid formulated. Groups divided. We felt like musketeers, a feeling of righteousness backing us up. So through the only passage that was not locked led from our rooms, no. 57, 58, 1, 2 and 3. Sometimes pairs, or at times triplets went n came with the loot, the guards still busy with the mosquitoes, the whole two sacks of cucumbers the only thing the bloody incharge had left unlocked had been cleared. By now a blue light had started appearing on the horizon and a tireness swept across my eyes. A light smile trickled through my roomie's face, finally calling it a night or a day all retired with a feeling of satisfaction imagining the proceedings of the next day.
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2By now a blue light had started appearing on the horizon and a tireness swept across my eyes". This is very well written. As a matter of fact , I feel every aggie should relate to seeing this blue light. For most of us, sanity returns only next afternoon, when we get awakened by either hunger or a seething headache, depend on what preceded sleep. An exception-"Guys and girls in love". they always managed to get up for breakfast and get on with lives.
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