‘Pillar number 44, who is getting down here!?’ the conductor shouts. ‘Me’, an over ecstatic, dripped in sugar syrup and wrapped in candy floss voice of an overly enraptured father echoes.
37 miss calls! “My God…”, Raman murmured. Shocked, he read the clock. The time was 4:46 PM. “How on earth could it be? Didn’t I get up in the morning? ”