1 the Saturday

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Conversation had broken out over travelling through the NH4 inside an omni car. August 15th 2018. The time was almost 5:00am. A gentle man who wore a brown coloured jacket and his face resembled the grim with a bushy moustache. That gentle man sat grandly opposite to an old man with a half bald head with clean shaved face and a specs that gently fitted above his nose and he had a normal leather bag over his thighs. Another person who sat next to that old man with a full bald head with a black skin tone. He shared his cruel view to that gentle man.

'Doctor… what a pleasure to see you… And I want to tell and ask something… we have money, we have lands and we have the girls too for our pleasure. We have all of these luxuries to rule this country. But… we don't have that one….'

'where is that? You can't hide anything from me Dr. Kulo' asked that gentle man with his horrible voice.

'what?... what are you asking about?... asked Dr. Kulo. A scared word fell from his dry lips.

'ha-ha… this old rewarding some pain to my stomach by showing laughter.' Said that full bald head with an annoying laugh.

'MR. Arunachalam I don't know anything about your quest. Please let me go, Driver please stop the car…' Doctor pleaded to that gentle man.

That bald head holds Doctor's hands hardly and took a smiley look towards Dr. Kulo. Doctor's face changed and shown an enormous fear over it.

'you can't…' said that bald with a smile.

'MR. Murugan leave him… it's not the decency… He is a Doctor… Driver keep driving.' Said politely.

Arunachalam picked the gun out the dress from his hip. By shaking that he started from the first with an extra horrible voice and with a violent full of face. Murugan laughed loudly like a devil which searching for blood. The Doctor's face and his fingers with his hand started shaking together. The fear of death was filmed over his face. He looked with a tearful of eyes towards them.

Murugan shouted, 'Where is that? You idiot.'

The gun pointed towards the chest of that Oldman. The Oldman looked the gun very often. Sweat that scrolled over the face of that Oldman. The car was forced to shake for once because of driven over a stone. The gun which pointed towards the Oldman is also forced to shoot against the Oldman accidentally.

The Oldman shook his body greatly for that shot. A bag which slipped through the window of that car which is kept opened.

The Oldman died at that spot with a small smile towards the gentleman.

'oh… shit… what the fuck are you driving….'

Murugan felt too badly.

'Everything got spoiled…' shouted Mr. Arunachalam with a huge disappointment.

'We could find it MR. Murugan, we could…

A pleasant early morning that is. The extra silence did me think of, 'really it's quiet? or am I deaf? Since the economy is the wool, the breeze was cool. The cold that is shaking together with teeth. I started to rub my hands, then I put that heat over my face. Since the cold is unbearable, so I spread the carpet over me that I brought. But the cold and the continuous wavy breeze and shaking of my teeth didn't stopped yet. The sounds of the pleasure attacked my ears by the peacock that flew above me. The night gets started to take off. It could be almost 5:30 am.

Because of early morning, the cars flew through the roads. Its NH4 national highways, the hushing sound of the cars made a dog which sleeping near the highway

to lift its head towards the road and to see the pity of omni car which also crossed me.

After the rushing of that car, I started walking through that highway. After a few steps, I lift my head towards the road. I could see a group of peoples who sleeping one by one at the right corner of that highway. They covered their body by the thick and patched carpets. I could see some children also sleeping together. After I have seen them, my mind started to talk to me, 'who are they? Why are they sleeping here? Are they nomads?'

But I still walking through that highway without disturbing them. In that group I could see a boy, I think an eighteen-year-old boy. He was a wheatish coloured boy with a broad shoulder and with auburn hair. I could see a half title toy in his left hand. And with a needle at the right hand. He stitched that doll with a face full of pleasures. His happiness seems uncountable. I could saw a joyful joy which spread over his face.

By destroying his happiness, an old man waked up and pulled his patched dhoti and dragged it tightly over his hip. The boy suddenly hid his half-stitched toy and also hid his whole body behind a fat lady and noticed that older one sharply with a narrow and almost closed eyes. But that older one was pushed himself here and there like a drunken one.

He started walking towards the roadside toilet that placed nearer to the sleeping area of that group.

He started singing, "naanoru sindhu, kaavadi sindhu, raagam puriyavilla, ulla sogam theriyavilla…"

'My god! He shown me a horror! If I caught to him…' the boy swallowed his saliva. It knew at the throat. He released a long breathe and closed his eyes slowly.

We know it was August then. The season seems like, the cold and the spring and the breeze were taken this city to lease. The cold is unbearable. But, to the other hand, the partner whose name is sun. His anarchy is incredible. At night this city was handled by cold, and by morning resemblance of summer was shown by Mr. sun. The act of non-humanitarian.

'Ram… Ram… wake up… only you can sleep like this… between the hot sun and this hot platform… Mm… Wakeup…' said a boy. Who also looks like street sleeper, he who wore a torn shirt, a big hole which appeared at his shoulder. He resembled Ram's look. The height and the body parts told me that he was also an eighteen-year-old boy.

'Hey… Ram… it's too late…' shouted the boy. Ram opened his eyes very shortly and suddenly closed his eyes tightly because of the glittering of sun. Then, he closed his eyes by his hands and then started rubbing.

'Hey Mani… when did you come…' said Ram tiredly.

'it's ok…

'I don't know that you asked me to say this after you woke up…'

"It's Saturday Ram…"

'what… what is the time now… hurry up hurry up… hurrrrrryyyy….' he started to wonder.

Mani lifted his head by shrinking his eyes and noticed the numbers which shows 7:30 am inside the digital clock which seized above the tower.

'It's 7…'

'what? Is it 7…'?

Ram wondered and stood up and took a look towards the digital clock tower.

'Oh my god! It's 7:30 am!...

He hurried to fold his carpet which he uses to cover his body during night.

'Did you take a bath?' Ram suspected Mani hardly.

Mani turned his head suddenly and stared towards Ram. Then he felt reluctant. He slowly pulled down his head towards his feet and shook his head. Ram couldn't stop his mouth from laughing. But Ram closed his mouth tightly and noticed him.

As like as lightning, Mani lifted his head towards Ram, 'you don't know about my bathing secrets. If I tell to you, you definitely broke your laugh.

'Oh…my…god…secret…?'

'please darling tell me something about that.'

Reluctant. 'He told me to no bath from this day' Mani said very politely.

'who is he? A government toilet owner…?'

'nope…'

'Then who?... who is that genius… I must want to see that guy… a funny guy…'

'Don't tease him. Then he would punish you…' a childish speech felt from Mani's lips.

'ok…ok…ok… I won't tease that… ok tell me…'

'He is a muni…'

Ram's stared Mani and his face turned bored.

'From where did you get money for consulting a muni?' Ram suspected Mani with a sharp slicing eye.

'Mm… I think there is no payment for a dream' suddenly the words felt from Mani's lips. Mani stuck to him by his own holy mouth.

Ram didn't know what to do. His anger went to the critical point. He looked here and there randomly around him. But Mani couldn't understand what he is doing. He come forward to clear his doubt.

'Ram…Ram… what are you searching for?'

'A stick!'

'I could help you… watch out below your cloth bundle… for why?'

'Thankyou'

Ram picked up the stick and moved forward against Mani with ferocious eyes. But Mani couldn't understand why he is doing like this. Mani started to run through the highway. Ram rushed seriously.

'Hey… are you mad? Why are doing like this? What I had did to you?'

Mani escaped from a blow from Ram. Ram didn't answer any of the questions from Mani, he doing his job perfectly. By the by, there is no fault from Ram's side. Because of Mani's naughty words made Ram crazy.

'yes… I'm gone mad… run… run… holy shit'

'why don't you get anyone else…?'

They ran to the end of the highway. It seems Ram won't leave Mani without a single blow.

'Ram… its Saturday…did you forget that…' Mani stopped Ram by this single word. Ram reached his excited state with a full eyeball show. Ram ran towards his cloth bundle and picked up a towel which contains a type of holes here and there from that bundle, he also took that bundle with him. He dropped the cloth bundle by outside of the bathroom and ran into the government bathroom which contains a separate room for bathing and toilet.

Ram came from the bathroom and looked Mani who sat on the floor by leaned to the toilet and seeing the hushing of cars on the road. Ram dressed up. The shirt that he wearing was given by a small boy last year as a Diwali gift.

Ram taken his cloth bundle with him by hung it over his shoulder. Ram exchanged his pleasant look with a smile to Mani.

'Hey where are you going… and why your face reflects so much of counterfeit laughter?' Mani thrown a quest bomb towards Ram.

But Ram bend his head towards his feet with a face full of laughs and shy.

'what is the answer for this action…?' asked Mani doubtfully.

Ram inserted his hand into the bundle and started searching. Then he picked the doll that he stitched for many nights. He took a look over the doll and then kept the doll slowly into that bundle with a smile.

'What is that? Hey… don't hide from me…' Mani's eyes took a hard-suspecting look against the doll he kept inside the bundle.

The radio that kept inside the bundle started radiated… it was a most important message from the government. A peculiar voice of a lady sounded sweetly.

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