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Waiting !!!

Waiting always has different perspective- waiting at the station, waiting at the airport, waiting for arrival and departure ....
Today's' waiting was different, I wanted to meet Mukut after his examination - It's a strange feeling waiting among parents who were eagerly waiting for their wards , with the question on their lips "Kire, kemon holo?"
I haven't done this in a long long time...Chibu was never the sort who encouraged me to accompany him to the exam halls , or pick him up ! In fact,  when he appeared for his class 10th I had almost begged him to take me on the first day ....He told me very disdainfully that I would be lost there. His logic- " Onno maa'ra aar like Kaun Banega Karorepati...they can choose from 4 answers! Aar koyek jon Mastermind...they know the right answer!...Aar tumi shekhane ki korbe?' ..Waiting for him on that day midst the other mothers ,I felt like an imbecile...I really did not know a thing!!!
Anyway, to cut a long story short , today's waiting brought back those memories ! Mukut was a trifle embarrassed that I was waiting for him  in the sun..or may be at 20 , it is a little uncool to have an auntie waiting outside the exam hall! But he being the suave gentleman thanked me profusely ! 
But the fun part was the "chota brishti " just after the exam was over.Out of an open window came a rain of "cheating papers"- someone has done his/her work well - and like a seasoned criminal removed all evidence!

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