The author narrates an incident when some young girls were eating golgappe, just three young boys came and asked to serve them first, the girls objected.
Once inside the herd of students scattered each to their destination . We both stick to each other . Both our destination was same.
I am an “atheist” by choice. There never existed a god for me . But now I believe in this river. People like Uslaan have made it dirty.
Suspense Story: What happened to them after reaching Varanasi, what prevented them from returning home, more than anything else, why they did not make a phone call.