"Mero mama le India bata special dhago pathaudai chha, nailon ko. Tesle ani herna, jun pani dhago lai kati dinchha. Majha laune jhanjhatai khattam." It was apparent that Raj was bored applying 'majha' in Saurav's 'thamel ko dhago.' I was holding the majha in thick glove that we found at one corner of Saurav's 'chhat,' where we were standing. "Tespachhi ma khali 3 dharkey changa matrai kinchhu ani jole pani 3 dharkey dekhyoki afno changa bhagai halchha." Raj added. "Teen dharkey nai kina ni?" Saurav inquired. "Tyattikai, baba-chey tyo Ishwor dai le udai rahanchha. Mero pani kehi chahiyo ni." ****************** Like a loose kite, our lives were free of any string. Ofcourse, moms and dads were there, but no other worries in life (don't know why we always waited for adult life then). School was a boring 7 hours job with lots of sports in between. We were olympics participant, we could play any game you name. Chungi, Chor-police, Chhekikasa, Cock-fight, soccer..err football, the list goes on. The three of us were so much engaged in games and night time serials (ofcourse, Night Rider) that we hardly had any time to check girls. Clothes were not a fashion statement but a thing to grab during chor-police. Girls were just another species who would sit inside the classroom eating their lunches and chatting about mundane things, all three of us hardly cared about them. Or So I Thought!! That day Saurav had a glow in his face. Dressed in three colors he had a perfect arch in his hair and his shirts were neatly tucked in, as if he was not coming back from school but was going to. "Oye mulaharu, sathi hidna!" Saurav's formal request started the conversation. "Ke garna?" Raj asked, I was still checkin Saurav out. He looked real neat. "Tyo bus stop ma sadhai pass bhai rahane tyo slim keti thyo ni, uslai bhetna."