The tables were dirty or you can say that they were not cleaned for decades.
We sat at a table, called the waiter, and ordered.
I was literally bored because my friends were constantly Instagramming without noticing that I was there with a dead mobile.π΄
After a few hectic minutes. The waiter arrived with the order. To bring back my friends from their world, I started eating snacks ("Gol Gappas" in my language) and slurping my drink.
The snacks were way better than we expected as compared to the looks of that cafe.
We were in the middle when we received a call from two of our friends who were in the Police station.
Wait! stopπ€π What is happening?? why are my friends in a Police station and I am eating food at this crappy cafe with two of my friends.
Let's start from the start!
It was not a Normal Saturday because I had to take my extra classes, So I packed my bag, had some breakfast, and went to college.
My college closed at 12:00 pm. And just before the last period, my friend told me that we are going to the "lake view", A park near my area.
So as the school bell rang we jumped off our chairs, packed our bags, and got out of our college.
We were 5 friends and our gear for commuting consist of only two bikes. So we had to adjust three people on one bike π², and two on one.
We were teenagers, and guess what?? we are not going to wear a helmet !!! We set off on our journey. and we really didn't know what was coming up.
15 minutes gone and we were still riding.
Just before we aimed to take the right we had to stop suddenly, it was the third time the light turned red. but the super unfortunate thing wasn't anticipated yet.
I was sitting on the bike with both of my feet touching the ground so I don't fall down. As I turned my head to the right, I saw a man with a big round mustache and a belly like a watermelon wearing a badge walking swiftly towards our bike. I pat my friend and gave him an indication of danger. We would have raced away, but the big mustache was on us. He looks like a guy from traffic police. He grabbed our bike keys ordered three of us to get off the bike.
He asked us:
"don't you know that three people are not allowed to ride on a bike?
"don't you know that three people are not allowed to ride on a bike?
What can I say: He was right!"
So he ordered us to get off the bike, then he asked my friend to handover the bike papers. (which he didn't have. lol we were dedπ )
We Didn't have helmets and bike papers and on top of that three people riding the same bike, not even a chance to get away without getting a chit. And guess what the warden called his partner to transfer the bike to the police station(i don't know why?π).
After a few hectic minutes with the sun over my head, a van came towed the bike and just rushed away!
we were told by the warden, to get the bike back, we have to go to the police station to pay for the challan, and sign some papers
"part-1 ends here"
So till now "two of my friends went to the police station to get the bike.
And we (the other three) started roaming on the roadside to find some cafe. And we ended up finding one, that you already know".
Stay tuned for part 2.
Amazing well written man ♥️ takes you to a different world ♥️ while reading i was imagining scenes in my mind hahaha
ReplyDeleteThanks, stay tuned for the part two! π
Deletethat was a hell of ride that dayπ missing those days man
ReplyDeleteThanks brother π for the beautiful time we spent together.
DeleteNow, this is more exciting to read. I love it. Its like a light book. I can't wait to read the next part hehe. It is good to read this at morning. ��
ReplyDeleteThanks for the compliment.☺️ Part two will be posted soon
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