Happy Journey
Vikram boarded the train and looked for his seat. He found his window seat and sat down. It was hot and humid and that seemed to bother him. He looked up to realise the fan was off. He turned it on and sat down once again, grumbling all this while. “It’s so hot,” he said to himself. “One simple instruction he cannot follow.” He took his phone out and called someone. “Listen, let this be your first and last mistake. If you make one more mistake, I will fire you,” he yelled and hung up before the person on the other side had a chance to speak. Ahmed, who was sitting in the opposite seat, was watching this, albeit a little amused. Ahmed was a young Muslim sporting a beard and a skull cap. The train started to roll and slowly pulled out of the station. Vikram still looked irritated while engrossed in his phone. “Hello, my name is Ahmed,” he tried to break the ice. Vikram looked up with an expression that portrayed he wasn’t interested in a conversation. “I’m Vikram,” he said a...