None of the Above“What I want to know,” said Rahul thoughtfully, his eyes on the carrom-board. Pramod was setting up the pieces, methodically arranging them around the ‘queen’, the dark red piece in the centre of the board.
Frowning slightly, Rahul continued, “is why don’t I feel motivated about this? I mean, I don’t feel as though this is what I always wanted to do. And I’m really not sure—” He broke off, uncertain how to express himself. He wanted to run his thoughts by Pramod, who after all had been through five years of medical college and presumably knew some answers that he didn’t.
Pramod didn’t speak; instead he polished the striker with a piece of soft cloth that he took from the recesses of his kurta. Rahul waited patiently. He had hoped that Pramod would take his question serio
