“Hey,” someone was waking him up, “why you slept in the canteen?” Shyam opened eyes, slowly to see the canteen owner standing near him, “where am I?” he asked, still feeling dizzy. “You are in the canteen,” he answered. “What’s the time?” Shyam asked among a yawn. “Five of the morning.” “Oh! Sorry…” he apologized, “last night I came here to have a cigarette and then fell into sleep.” “It’s okay.” Canteen owner smiled, again his crooked teeth shone in the fluorescent light of bulb, “let me make tea for you.” They both smiled to each other. The whole