Arko recalled the day when he had met Tuhin last. It had been on the morning of the farewell event. As usual, Arko had worn his helmet, hooded jacket and gloves and had taken his bike out. When he had zipped on his favourite bike towards the highway, Tuhin, coming from the opposite direction, had stopped him.
“Hey, hey…. Stop for a second,” Tuhin had pleaded
Arko had stopped the bike but he had not removed the helmet. Hence, Tuhin had been unaware of Arko’s identity.
“Hey biker, are you the mysterious one zipping around the town?”
“Yes, what do you want?”
“You sound familiar. Who are you?”
“What do you want?”
“I want your gear and bike for a day.”
“Why?”
“To take my girlfriend for a drive,” Tuhin replied sheepishly.
Tuhin’s words had angered Arko and he remembered that he had re
