“Find me @ OXYMORON near Kaloor metro station at sharp eleven, we will have a brunch” Proctor.
Text pop up with a beep from the obsolete mobile given to Noah.
Noah felt weight on his chest like he was playing in a swing, the anxiety is a b***h, it bites you every time with no reason.
Noah was supposed to find a place called Oxymoron, expected to be some restaurant. But he searched every shop near Kaloor metro station, but in vain. Then he saw a small board displaying the letters “BRUNCH” suddenly his nerves flashed. “The message” he thought. The board led him to a narrow boulevard with interlocked pavements and lot of dingy shops selling all kinds of stuffs except AK47. The ‘OXYMORON’ was written in blue letters in white background. A few steps with chrome plated railings led him to a r
