Hall-2 (This is the hall in which I was staying)
Hall-7 (This is the hall, where my senior and his friend are staying and beside that hall, there is a cycle shop)
One month ago
My senior “Sri” gave me a cycle.It is not his, but one of his friends.I kept it in hall-2.I gave it to one of my friend who lost the key with out even using the cycle one time.Now Sri told me to take the cycle in any way to the cycle shop and change the lock with a new one.I forgot to do it.Sri too forgot it.
One day before End semester examinations
Sri called me and told me to bring the cycle back to his hostel at any cost.He told me that his friend is in a lot of tension and he himself is ready to repair the cycle.Sri told me to bring the cycle and keep it in hall-7.So I called my junior and we went to the cycle stand of hall-2 to take it back to hall-7.Since it’s one month, I couldn’t recognize the cycle.So I called Sri.
Me — “Hey Sri, give some info of cycle”
Sri — “Rey, it’s maroon color, citybike”
I cut the phone.
So I and my junior searched for a cycle that is maroon in colour and looks like city bike.Some how panting, we took the cycle finally to hall-7 and went to my senior’s room.I told him, the spot where the cycle is kept and handed money for the repair.After that I gave a small treat for my junior, for helping me to carry the cycle, all the way from hall-2 to hall-7
After two end sem exams
My senior called me.
Me — “What?”
Sri — “He could not find the cycle in the place you told me that you kept it.He keeps on nagging me telling “I could not write the exam well, because I couldn’t get on time in to the exam hall.If there is my cycle, this would not have happened.Will you give me my marks back”.Please ra, once come to hall-7 and locate the cycle”
Me — “But, tommorrow there is an exam, I am preparing for it”
Sri — “Please come ra, he keeps on nagging me”
Me — “Ok, incoming”
Sri — “Roger that”
I went to hall-7 and when I reached there, I went straight to the cycle stand and the cycle that I kept there, three days ago was still there.I called Sri from there, and he along with his naggy friend, came outside of hall-7 and reached me
Me — “This is your friend’s cycle, I told you the location, it is in the same place”
For the first time, that naggying friend talked with me
“It is not my cycle”
Me — “Sri, you told me, it’s marron color city bike type”
Sri — “Not city bike type, it’s city bike”
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