one last gasp against a long hot heavy summer
On one night of end summer, we three sitting on a motorbike were travelling through the roads of Banepa. I felt the wild breeze of air through my ears, flipping my hair back and forth. Middle there was Kusum and the rider was Shashank. I was adjusting myself at the end and all three were much scared whenever bumps arrived. This was not normal things for us to do. We haven't planned this day any before. Shashank and me were classmate before the pandemic. But since the style of teaching has changed after pandemic, only 30 students are allowed in the classroom. He was a student of Electrical and Electronics Communication engineering student and I was student of Electrical and Electronics Power engineering. Kusum was our senior but a good friend of ours. We had a lots of memories we made in the last rainy, cold day winters deciding what to wear in the most cold days and end up with printed trousers, boots, down jackets and scarf over our head through our ears, walking like zombie thr...