Chapter 5: Dinner and Later

       

      For me it was from the fire into the frying pan. Dinner was a torturous affair. Imagine accompanying a sour face whose running commentary was filled with expletives only. The only saving grace was that Athlete kept interfering in between by pulling up the cook for the awful food. Frankly speaking, looking back I don't even remember whether the food was bad or worse. The only thing etched in my mind is the image of two girls with fear writ large on their faces and two giant-sized men towering over them with scowls on their faces. I remember hating each moment of my humiliating existence there.  

       Seeing us nibble our food and barely eating, the twosome decided to let us go. We were let off with a warning from Athlete.

     "Don't dare to talk to each other, don't enter into each other's room and....better report to Mallu in front of his room tomorrow morning at 0300 hours." 

       The journey, foul language usage and an unfriendly environ had disturbed me so much that I kept getting nightmares throughout the night. As instructed, both of us reached in front of Mallu's room at 3 am. Those familiar with Guwahati weather would vouch for the fact that it is pitch dark during the wee hours. A knock on the door from our side was replied with a discourteous grunt from inside. Acknowledgement received, mission accomplished, we returned to our respective rooms.

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