Krishna's turn

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A mixed bag of campus experiences laced with humour.

Submitted: July 09, 2017

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Submitted: July 09, 2017



It was a sizzling late summer afternoon, when we set foot on the sprawling IIT campus. After what seemed an eternity,bearing travails of a bumpy auto ride from  the grimy station,through a tunnel resembling a blazing inferno and baked streets lined by shimmering buildings, we arrived at the portals of promised land, a green Paradise.

Rakesh hurled the choicest of Hindi gaali at the auto wallah in a parting retort to the daylight robbery, so subtly executed. He had started off on a rather polite note and ended with a snide remark.O boy, he wasn't asking for the price of the autorickshaw.The driver refused to budge an inch. Finally we had no choice but to part with the ransom . One disdainful look,even as he cranked his machine to life, glaring at us in fury like the Devil incarnate.With venom, he spat his paan out, a mouth to air missile of scarlet red that landed dangerously close to where we stood. No sacrifice here. He sped off, towards the campus exit.

  To the cool confines of Ganga hostel.What a relief it was, from the oppressive heat outside. Moreover, for both of us, the pleasant prospect of enrolling in a dream institution, the result of years of painful yet smart slogging, was reward enough.

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