"So what do we do now?", Vimal asked. He looked positively harassed.
Given it was far from his general state of being, i wondered if i should take a moment to just enjoy him being harassed.
"Dude! Tell me!", his voice was more urgent.
"Hmmm…Let me think". What was there to think. There was only one thing to do and we both knew it. Neither of us wanted to say it out loud.
"Should we..?", he asked. His voice was barely more than a whisper.
"Maybe…", mine matched octaves.
At this point he gave a huge sigh. Like he was breathing in the world, one last time. The sighs of all the anxious young men of this world. Heck! The sighs of all anxious humans of the world. With that one sigh he looked like he had aged a decade.
"Alright. Lets do this!", he said.
"Really?", i asked. Someone in the back of my mind, a goofy but evil joker was laughing out loud.
"Dude! Come on. Lets just get this done with. Then there would be nothing to worry about"
He had a point. The damn bastard had a point.
"But there must be a way out", I was clinging on to a straw. I knew it. He knew it.
Yet, in the tradition of all young men too scared to do something he asked,
I responded like a pro. "I don't know. But there must definitely be a way out. Or at least an alternative"
Vimal gave me a look that i thought only my math teacher had reserved for me.
"I am going to do it. Are you in or not?", he asked me with finality.
"Nope", i said and he kicked me.
"Alright lets take a deep breath. We don't want to look nervous. And you are physically fit? No injuries or sprains?"
"Nope. I am fine. When shit hits the fan i can get out", i said. I was absolutely sure that when shit hit the fan we would get sprayed like teenage girls on spring break but why state unpleasant facts that we both knew.