Ballot BoxAtul inhaled deeply on his cigarette, then passed it over to Rahul. Both of them were sitting on the parapets of the terraces of their respective buildings, not more than an arm’s length away from each other. A couple of empty beer bottles were lined up on the parapet beside Rahul, and Atul had a few on his side.
Rahul took a drag on the cigarette. He rarely smoked, but now he was glad of the companionship, and he didn’t mind sharing a cigarette. Tomorrow and many days hence, he might not think of giving Atul a call. But, this evening there was a kind of camaraderie between them that he wanted to prolong.
“So you think I should stand for Class Representative,” Rahul said.
“Yes, of course! What’s there to think about? People will get to know you, and you don’t lose anything,” A
