I had to catch the Last bus to Mangalore. I was already running late. It was a small town I was been alloted the center to a competitive examination. I enquired the way to the bus stop, it was a real tiring one with no concrete roads involved. I made my way through the rotten waste on the sides, leaves dried and soaked again due to heavy rains, the puddles of mud and what not. It was getting pitch dark, the grey clouds had surrounded, downpour was about to begin and I certainly wanted to reach the busstop before that. From childhood I never enjoyed the rains, cold is just intolerable to me and getting wet made it more worse.

I spotted a house like thing on the side of the road. It was the busstop. Finally I reached, made my seat right opposite to...