‘Get the fuck off me,’ snapped Dhruv
and pushed him away. He crawled to the
bed and hoisted himself up.
‘You need to pick up my calls, Dhruv.
I could have been in an accident! Or
stuck on a conveyor belt slowly moving
towards lasers that cut things in half.’
‘I wish it were that,’ said Dhruv and
lay supine on the bed. ‘Why are you
‘I’m here to say goodbye. My offer
letter just came and I’m being posted to
Belgium. I leave in ten days. And the
way you’re going, I don’t think I will
find you alive when I come back,’ said
Sanchit and joined Dhruv on the bed.