Cycle of Cliches
They were too engrossed in their own banter to pay any heed to ours.
“No way. Never. He is good, but not the best. Just because he has height and long curly hair, doesn’t make him better than Saarook, okay?” said one of the other two boys in the troupe. I knew this boy. His name was Kexob. He was Birinchi’s room-mate. He had fairly long middle partitioned hair that fell upon his forehead, much after the hair style of Shahrukh Khan. He was shorter than I, somewhere between four feet eleven and five feet two. I thought he had some strange obsession with light blue denims. In the three or four times I had seen him before, he was wearing the same shade of jeans. Also perhaps, it was only a pair