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FATE & DESTINY

He chuckled. “Why?”
“Do you always drive drunk?” I said, shaking my head. “You’re risking not only your life but also others.”
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I am very self-controlled with my driving.”
“Don’t drink while driving,” I said, “and don’t drive while drinking.”
“This is a driver’s life,” he said. “That’s what I’ll always do.”
“You are making a big mistake,” I said.
He yawned and leaned back to his seat. The truck moved at the same speed.
“Watch out!” I said, holding the steering wheel.
Gopal peered at me with his half-shut eyes. “Wow, you can drive? Come on, steer it.”
“No,” I said. “I was just—”
“Steer it,” he said. “You’ll enjoy it.”
“No, Gopal,” I said. “I can’t.”
He leaned back again. “Come on. Hold the steering wheel now.”
“Hell no,” I said, holding the steering wheel tight. “Please, Gopal.”
“Good,” he said. “Now I am sleeping.”
“Please don’t,” I said, peering through the windshield. “I can’t drive.” As the lights darted from the opposite
direction, I shouted, “I am a dead man!”
After some distance, he chortled. “I will drive now.”
All along the way, my heart kept thumped inside my chest. We arrived home at 1:00 am.
Days later, Gopal said, “Let’s go to Barpeta, sir.”
“Not with you,” I said. “I hate tarka roti.”

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