Working on Sundays has a different charm simply because with no enough homo-sapiens around i have all time and concentration of the world to focus on my TFT monitor. More importantly you have some recipes cooked up to tackle your Monday phobias and your week has got started ahead of others. Yesterday in between work i went to a small canteen inside a hospital premises to have food and i was the lone customer at that time. A man in his fifties with a broom appeared and he too sat down with me after discharging his duties for his tea. Out of curiosity he asks me "are you a student here?" A slight altruism and mistrust creeped in me and i didn't bother to tell him about my whereabouts, so i nodded back with a "yes". " First year?" Another big "yes" supported by again a big lie "got admitted this July " ....."which college?" Least expecting this one i took some time to spell out a name and luckily it matched with the one where he was working before taking up a job in the hospital. He went on explaining me about those days on how he had build up reputation there and his rappo with the student and tips good enough for procuring his bidis for the day and many more on faculties, politics etc. In between any question put to me, my answer was in terms of yes or no. In course of time i started to enjoy his talks and asked for more clarifications whenever i felt like. While we parted he gave me a piece of fatherly advice "do read well to live up to your parent's expectations". I was dumb struck and felt heavily embarrassed to see his innocent assumptions built on my blatant lies. My integrity was completely lost at that moment and i could feel the fervency of the just had discussion fading away with a weakness engulfing me. We often tend to go by our instincts and they can be misleading at times. Nevertheless i hope to bump into him some other day and assuming he still remembers my face i will have to gather courage to spill the truth...
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