Messaged between us friends were the easiest and most efficient method of communication and thank god text messages replaced letters. We messaged each... other often but it was always a conversation between 2 friends and thus nobody bothered about it. After a month, our college closed down for the summer and all of us returned home. But no matter where you are in this world you can keep in touch with anybody, well that’s the beauty about the 21st century. And we exploited that fact by talking to. One day as we met in the afternoon, I could feel that he was little restless. I asked him “ki hoeche? Aajke eto gambhir aar chupchap keno?”(what’s the matter? Why are you so serious and quiet today?) Balaram replied “ amar bondhura amake niye khoob thatta korche ami tas khelte jaina bole” (my friends are making fun of me because I am not going for playing cards with them”).I said “ohh tai bujhi!! Tumi ebar theke aar amar sange thakbe na? taas khelte jabe?” (ohh is it so? you want to go and play. It was just like we used to play when we were children. Suddenly, as if those memories came into our minds, we started giggling."Play time is over." I suggested.Before long, we were back in the market, walking like civilized citizens."Where are we going?" Jayne asked."We have to meet Robin now. I had asked her to bring me some material." I said.After walking for about fifteen minutes, we met Robin. Robin was also working on our side. She had a super natural mind and a very wild imagination. She. “Ar` misses, I know this’n, an he`s OK “he rasped. “un lived with en`s old mother till er turned er toes up a year or too by, e`s lookin fer a job ter keep`n okoopied” the old chap had exhausted his rush of words and stood twiddling his cap nervously. Ursula took the card and read it carefully, HANDY MAN it read, TIDY WORKER, and the name TIM WILKS and the telephone number. She thanked the old chap and he wandered away happy that his labours for the old girl could soon be over. She rang the.