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It was an unbearably hot summer night. The kind where you feel fortunate about being able to afford accommodation with air-conditioning. And thankfully, this hotel had air-conditioning.

“Decent sized room.” Anirudh in front of me said as we walked in. “But just one double bed.”

“I will get you some gaddis.” the hotel bellboy said and handed me the keys.

“So…4 guys spending in a hotel room. Reminds me of bachelor days.” Neel said and laughed. We all laughed politely.

The four of us didn’t really know each other too well. I barely knew their names. When you are thrown together with practical strangers in such a situation, you tend to laugh a little extra at jokes. While we were laughing, Anuj stretched out on the bed, as if to say to us, I’m sleeping here. He lived in America, so similar to the habits of his adopted country, he just occupied whatever territory he liked. His expresion said, the three of you decide who sleeps next to me and who sleeps on the gaddis on the floor. Soon the bellboy made a couple more rounds to bring the thin ‘gaddi’ mattresses, pillows and bed sheets

I walked to the small balcony and decided to call home and inform them about this change in plans.

“Hello.” it was my elder son’s voice. Probably up playing video games.*

“Apurv, it’s me. Is your mother around?”

“She is sleeping.” he answered in a bored voice. Why do all kids in their mid-teens sound perpetually bored when talking to their parents?

“If she wakes up, tell her I won’t be back tonight. The highway is shut down because of some accident, so we just decided to spend the night in a hotel.”

“Ok.” he said.

“Is Sameer sleeping?”*

“Yes.”

The kid was clearly not in a chatty mood. And probably waiting to get back to his game.*

“Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night.”*

He hung up.

I turned around and saw the bellboy walk in with a tray of alcohol bottles, soda, glasses, and snacks. Anuj the American smiled and said,

“Now that we are having a bachelors night anyway, why not drink a little? Plus I don’t get to drink these Indian liquors in the US. And my flight is tomorrow.”

“Great idea.”*

And in a few minutes, we were all sitting around, drinking whiskey-soda and munching on peanuts and bhujia. The four of us had met earlier that day at an industry conference when we were located at the same lunch table. And when we realized we were all headed to Delhi, we decided to book a car together. Until we reached the closed highway portion, we had pretty much focused on occasional small talk between staring at our respective smart phones. It’s only when the driver found out from a highway cop about the situation that we started talking more, and decided to just spend the night in a hotel instead of waiting in the heat in a long traffic jam.

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