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My friend and I were returning from a function at our school, it was getting
Dark, and as my friend’s cycle was not having
Either an oil lamp or a dynamo fixed to his cycle, I was hesitating
To sit on the carrier of his cycle, even though he continued insisting
And said we would be going through lanes for avoiding
The attention of the policeman, who was standing
On the main road, the street lights on this road were having
Electric lamp posts and the lanes had oil lamps, which were flickering.
While we were passing through one of these lanes, my friend hit a buffalo sitting
On our way, and we fell, then the street dogs started barking.
A middle-aged man with a bushy moustache who was sitting
In his hut, smoking a cigar, came out with a lantern, focusing
On our faces. We recognized him as he was supplying
Milk daily to us, and we told him to avoid policemen, we were going
Through lanes. He advised us to go home walking
Along with the cycle. Since the lane had dim lighting,
He accompanied us up to the main road and was laughing
At our adventure. Since then, whenever we happened to see him smiling,
We used to fear that he might be narrating
The unhappy episode of ours to our parents while smiling. |
