“Didn’t think I would find this book in this orthodox place of doom,” I say as I throw a copy of ‘The Catcher in The Rye’ on the table. Mishti and Saahil are sitting, sifting through the pile of books they collected from the shelves.
“Why? What’s so special about this book?” Mishti asks as if she hasn’t heard the name of the book.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never heard about the most banned book of the twentieth century?” I take out a chair and sit between them.
Mishti, who had been leaning towards Saahil while talking, straightens and subtly moves her chair away from me. Ouch!
“Good game yesterday, bro. You killed it.” Saahil says as he picks up the book from the table and skims through it.
I didn’t know he stayed back to watch my game yesterday. He isn’t bad, but it would have helped if
