Chapter 2

Twenty years have passed and there was another heat wave. Sampath was then grown into a young, thin, miserable man in the very same house where he was born. A small house with a single room - all sharing one ceiling fan!

It was night and Sampath was unable to sleep. He woke up in the middle of night. The snoring and wheezing sounds of his father, grandmother and little sister, Pinky kept him awake and felt uncomfortable. Even his mother, whom he loved the most was making such noise. He wondered how did they expect him to rest as they roared and vibrated like giants! The room was too hot and stuffy, his body felt heavy and dull.

He decided to stop his irritation by rushing to the roof. However, it was as hot as in the room. He saw planes flying across the city and imagined where would be the destination. To passed his time, he began to sing. He stayed awake throughout the night, watching the sunrises in the Shahkot city.

Morning arised. It was the time when women emerges and the priests launched into song. His father appeared with his yoga mat. Sampath wondered if his obscureness could be driven away with strong morning tea, with a good brushing teeth and his empty belly could be over-filled. Ammaji, walking down the stairs, asked him whether he slept or not and how would he last his day.

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