“Yaar, the automata subject…what is it on Earth?”, began Veena. Nisha chuckled at Veena while Jenny sighed and shrugged. “Perhaps, we might have to check out the Stephen author textbook tomorrow in the library. Shall we come earlier to college tomorrow morning, Veena?”, suggested Nisha.  “Go dude, who will get up early?”, refused Veena, shaking her hands vigorously. Nisha chuckled again. It was back on the warm evening of November 1991 that Nisha, in a dark green salwar, stood with two of her friends, Veena, in a grey salwar, and Jenny, in a blue frock. There were gangs of five,