yadein

                              I t was midnight. 2 hours ago I had promised myself that I would solve all the ‘circular motion’ problems of ‘irodov’ and had started doing it with all the enthusiasm. It was one of those promises which I could never keep in my life. I soon had got asleep while sitting on the bed with a pen in my hand. Suddenly I got up after hearing an unpleasant knocking sound. Someone was on the door. It wasn’t the matter to be afraid. These things were common. ‘it must be Rajiv’—I said to myself. Rajiv was my neighbor. He used to give me trouble when I used to just get asleep. He was really bad at digesting anything, any matter. Yesterday he had come with a knife in his hand at midnight. ‘bhaiyaa today I will kill Murari. He has raised our room rent. Even he is not getting my fan repaired.’ Madan Mohan Murari, the hostel owner. He was an old gentleman of 64. All the hostel boy...