An absurdity

They park the bike by the side of a rusted bicycle in which, a vendor, as dilapidated as his transportation source cum shop, is selling coffee, aiding the high way users to stay awake at that hour of night. He buys a cup of coffee and hands it to her. He then pulls out a single smoke from the golden shaded packet; adorning its lid are embossed letters B and H.  She bites rim of the paper cup in frustration, a gesture which he does not fail to observe.


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