Contd from page 1/- “Sir, I didn’t want to miss your class. English is important, you know.” The whole class broke into a chuckle at his innocent tone. These simple banters between RNB and Krishna became a daily routine as the year rolled around. Though RNB was not firmer with Krishna, some of the friends knew that Krishna was taking advantage of him. On a Wednesday it was raining like cats and dogs. Krishna was on his way back home after the Club Hour, when something caught his attention. He had left the Tsimalakha market behind, going past the last shop through the short cut with the main road up above and the newly come up carpentry shade with the raw planks left outside on the other. The make shift steps leading down to the Zero Point looked deadly difficult to manage and the plants creeping out on the trail from the fence, made walking even more dangerous when he noticed Mr. RNB trying to walk up the muddy steps. He was completely drenched as normally he did not carry an umb...
