"Did you watch that new film?" asked SK. Amol was half asleep but he still gathered himself to answer," Which one? The Ranbir one? I haven't watched that." "No, not that. I meant the new Marathi film- 'GOLA', did you watch that one? " I don't even know bout that fucking film, how am I gonna fucking watch it?" asked Amol. SK put out his cigarette, " You miss out on cinema so much man! Motherfucker- you are stuck in the mainstream films. You should venture out and see all types." SK had passion in his eyes as he spoke. Cinema always gave him goosebumps. he was a cinephile or in loose terms- 'Cinema Nerd'. " Well forgive me for not having evolved taste in cinema as you good sir. I can never fucking trust your recommendations now, the last three films you watched were some Indonesian film that was supposed to be a porno but they were not. You are watching basically bullshit in the name of 'experiencing' cinema." ranted Amol. " You got any more Malbro's?" asked SK. " Yea, check the third zip of my bag." replied Amol before dozing off. SK opened the bag, the third zip had cigarettes as well as a Ziplock bag with white powder. 

" WHAT THE FUCK! Are you dealing again you slimy motherfucker?" shouted SK as he closely examined the pouch. Amol woke up startled. "Why didn't you tell me? I thought that we mutually agreed to not do that shit anymore." Amol was trying to stay awake with all his power but his body was so sleepy that a layman couldn't differentiate between him and a streetside drunkard. "That's not coke bitch, it's creatine." replied Amol. "Crea-what?". "It's creatine, used by fucking gym dudes to get beefy and strong. Why you going through my backpack, just take out the cigarettes and fucking close it man!" "Creatine, why do you have it with you? Hitting the gym lately?" asked SK. 

"Look man, let's talk tomorrow alright? Just because you have insomnia does not mean that everybody does. We got class tomorrow and I for one do not want Awatramani Sir up screaming at me for being late or sleepy in the class. We got Quantum lecture which is already fucking boring and here we are at 2, talking about some shit." said Amol in frustration. SK walked up to Amol with a blanket and tucked him in before wishing him goodnight. He then walked two steps that led him to his kitchen. SK and Amol were roommates in their college's hostel. SK took out some coffee powder and made himself an americano. After brewing his night time drink, he sat on his bed which was right beside Amol and switched on his mobile. The room they stayed in was small, messy but was not stinky or disgusting. A lot of papers were lying on the tabletop, there were unwashed dishes in the sink but if someone took out time to complete those chores, the room would look as good as new. " What should I watch today?" SK thought to himself. He scrolled through various movies ranging from classics like Casablanca to recent blockbusters. Suddenly an idea popped up in his mind. SK had been waiting to watch TAXI DRIVER by Martin Scorsese since long and that night was the perfect opportunity. 

Before starting the show he glanced at his noticeboard. He had five assignments due the following week but he decided to ignore them anyways. Lights were tuned off and the show began. SK enjoyed his cup of coffee with some cigarettes. The clock struck 4 and SK got up from his bed. He was in awe of that film and was captivated by De Niro's performance. In the bathroom he looked at the mirror where he saw his reflection. "You talking to me? You talking to me? Then who else ya talking to- You talking to me?" acted SK as he recited the lines from the film. His phone then started ringing. SK rushed outside to pick it up as soon as possible so that Amol doesn't get disturbed. "Hello?" said SK in a whispery tone. "SK- it's me, Laddoo Mama." Before continuing the conversation, SK left the room and stood in the corridor outside. "Why are you calling me at this unearthly hour Mama?" Mama in hindi means maternal uncle. Laddoo met SK in the slums he used to live. Laddoo is a grassroot level politician and works for the National Indian Association or N.I.A.

SK was the child of a single mother as his dad lost his life during a mishap while he was working on a construction site. Laddoo was the head of the slums where SK used to live and has been helping his family ever since. He is called Mama as he considered SK's mother as his elder sister. SK was also attracted to Laddoo's line of profession and always helped him put up posters during election, tear the posters of all the other candidates and so on. " How are you man? It's been long since we spoke." said Laddoo almost tearing up listening to his nephew's voice after two years. " I am top class Mama, tell me more about what's going on in Laxmi chawl?" (Chawl= slum). "Laxmi chawl isn't as happening as it used to be. All the kids of your ages have either started working some jobs or are pursuing higher education. Prakash is now studying in U.S.A., Tanvi is into sales, Kumar has taken over his father's garage and you are also in middle of your engineering course." Men on the both the side of the call felt nostalgic. "All you younglings have left this old man alone to rot here."

SK laughed. "Come one Mama, why don't you come here? Visit Powai, how long are you planning to live in Matunga anyways." Laddoo laughed at the boy's innocence. " Mama I am serious, what I am gonna do is- my vacations start from December so you come and visit me. We can then go sight seeing and enjoy for a week or so." Laddoo agreed. The two spoke more before Laddoo said, "I have a job for you, just like the old days but this time it's paying higher than usual."

SK's face became dull and he started contemplating many decisions.