19 year old (boy) “Bai, darwaja kaayko nai kholela hai?”
I hand over the key to him silently. He is half Nepali. Slit-eyes, creased furthermore owing to sleepiness.
17 year old (girl) “Mujhe de. Chaabi kaunsi hai mujhe pata hai.”
He sliced a sullen glance at her and then at me. He walked away. If looks were knives, we would have been shred into pieces. The sparks were crackling wildly.
For five whole minutes we saw him struggling with the 20 odd keys hanging from the bunch.
19 year old (boy) now irritated “Konsa chaabi hai?”
17 year old (girl) takes the bunch from him silently, selects a key and opens the lock. She turns to me and hands over the key bunch. I open the door and wait for him to enter. 17 year old (girl) is waiting on the other side. We are making an effort to not smile but our eyes say it all.
19 year old (boy) studiously refuses to look at either of us. He keeps his things and walks out. As he passes us his face breaks into a smile but he is trying his best to hide it. He says gruffly “Theek hai, theek hai. Hota hai kabhi kabhi.”