We reached the
spot uneventfully. I stood on the ground and Gautam tried to
climb a tree.
Suddenly from nowhere a dozen guys of all shapes and sizes
descended on us like apes from a banyan tree. They were all
around ten,
dressed just in half pants, and menacing. Some were even having
their vests
or half shirts on. The leader among them demanded what we were
doing there.
I stuttered but Gautam the brave went at them with his fists
drawn. Suddenly I
saw Gautam vanish under a couple of these goons. They gave
him enough for
his bravado.
A few minutes later all got up and dusted themselves. I
was surprised to find
one round coin shaped scar on each of Gautam’ knee. He
was crying. The
scars were white in color but soon turned crimson.
We came home looking like drowned rats sans what we had
gone for. Gautam
was howling. As I tried to explain my stand, my mother looked
heaven wards
and then gave me a tongue lashing.
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