Sai baba... after such a long time I’ve earned this
day to be with my love. I thank you for this. I don’t know if Mummy and Papa
would forgive me, but I love them... I really do. Be with me god. I need you, I
need your blessings to protect me and my love for the rest of my life. I love
you Sai baba...
The prayer took him much closer to God and far
away from all the troubles that gave birth to the sweat beads on his body.
Checking and rechecking the bag, the locks on the almirah and the eyes of the
security guards, in moments Mannu was at the exit gates. The plan was that he
would exit straight away without signing the log book and telling a false name
if asked by the security guard. If they asked the year then he had to show
courage. Instead of being meek he had to blame them for stopping him and
getting him delayed for the task assigned by the HOD. But to his surprise the
army of wardens guarded the exit. Why were they guarding the exit? They were
supposed to be in the hostels and if not there then they should be off for
lunch. At least not in front of the gates. From a distance Mannu turned back.
He didn’t want to be seen.
“Oye how was the paper? ” A fellow
classmate questioned as he walked towards the hostel. Mannu kept on hiding
himself and replied only with thumbs up motion. Time was running out. But now
the plan couldn’t be executed. The time was 12:30pm. The train was to leave at
ten minutes past two. And the route to the railways station took around seventy
long minutes. He rushed to the reception, put his bag there, took the wallet
and went back to the exit gate boldly to find out the cause for extra security.
He requested the authorities twice to
let him out, but the no exit movement was to last till 1:30 pm. Time for exit
was reduced by one and a half hour, but it was of no use to Mannu. He was sure
to miss the train if he left the place a minute after 1pm. The ‘No’ on their
tongue was as stiff as the sticks in their muscular hands. But sometimes a ‘No’
does no good, neither to the speaker, nor to the listener.
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