I got the bus and reached 15, Babar Lane. But surprisingly, when I reached his house, I found the door locked. I was puzzled and thought whether I had come to the right place. After some time, a neighbour of my friend came and asked me, “Why are you standing here? Do you want to meet someone?” I replied, “Yes, I want to see Mr Sudhir living in Quarter No 15.” He immediately quibbled, “But he changed his house last Wednesday and has gone to R K Puram.”
Frustrated, I came back to the bus stop. I was feeling hungry. After some time, it started drizzling. I was now in a fix as to what to do. My confusion was compounded by the torrential rains!p’ had refused to take morning breakfast in the hope that I would take it at my friend’s house. At this state, my anger was mounting. I was cursing myself as well as my fate. But I controlled my anger. I made up my mind to meet Sudhir.
An idea hit my mind. I gave a ring at the Enquiry Office, R K Puram. The person on duty gave me his address. I made my journey to R K Puram and reached the quarter as I was told by the Enquiry