” I began. “Have you swapped colleges then?”“No, I just started here this term.”She must have noticed my uncertainty and smiled.“Oh, you t...ought... Don't worry,” she said with the sweetest smile. “I'm only nineteen. Most people I meet think I am in my mid-twenties or something.”She paused before suddenly thrusting her hand towards me.“I am Ediline but you can call me Eddie if you want to.”“I am Harriet,” I replied with a bright smile. “And if you want to, you can call me Hattie!”For some odd. I said Bhabhi, “You also drink?” Bhabhi smiled and said, “Yes but since my marriage to your bhaiya I don’t get my space.”I smiled and said, “Why not bhabhi you can party with me.” I brought 2 glasses and wine with me. We started enjoying our drinks. Soon Bhabhi said, “Raj don’t you have a girlfriend?” I was shocked and said in a shy way “No, bhabhi.” She smiled and said, “You are so sweet Raj.”Soon I realized that bhabhi had kept her one hand on my shoulder and was slowly massaging my shoulder.. She told she has to reach Cuttack and from there she has to catch bus to Keonjor, her native place. I made out a plan and she agreed. I booked a ticket by an early morning train from Cuttack to Vizag where I belong and by earlier evening reached from Paradip and booked a A/c. railway retiring room. I had few drinks from nearby bar and waited for herin good mood. As per the plan she was to reach railway station by evening and stay with me and catch next day morning bus to her native. She arrived. M.The night fog shrouds the streetlamps in a cocoon, masking the strong glow of their lights, keeping it from illuminating the sidewalk.The air is thick and damp. The night animal noises are minimal. Footsteps sound muffled.The usual noises of the night can be heard. The stalking of the predators searching for their victims. While nature ignores the food chain of life: hunger, death, and birth, the people of the city protect each other.The only movement we see through the fog are glimpses of.