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    {tsa typical night at the call ve complaining customer after find, as if hat wasnt bad enough, superviser. But on this nig a thousand calls, whey (cadet Prologue Tie Kanpet-Det nigh tin wt mot mesos owe of iy life, Firstly, it gave me the idea for my book. Secondly, itis, ht vey day you sit nan empty compartment and youn, Pet itl walkin. ‘Yes, you sce it in the movies, you hear about i from friends" fiends, but it never happens to you, In most cases I shared my compartment With talkative aunties, snoring men and wailing infants. But this ight was different. First, my compartment was empty: this new suummer train had only just started running and nobody knew about i Secondly, | was unable to sleep. | hwad been to the Indian Institute of Technology in Kanpur to give 1 talk. Before leaving, Isat in the eanteen chatting with the students ux! drank four cups of coffee, which no doubt led to my insomnia. I had no magazines or books fo read and could hardly see anything ‘wt of the window in the darkness. I prepared myself for a dull and tent night. She walked in five minutes after the train had let the station. She ‘opened the curtains of my enclosure and looked around puzzled. Is this coach A4, seat 63E” she asked. Fhe yellow ight bulb in my compartment flickered as I looked up wt her ‘Hub? I said, It was difficult to withdraw from the gaze of her eyes. Actually, itis. My seat is right in front of you.” She answered her ‘own question and heaved her heavy suitcase onto the upper berth She sat down opposite me and sighed with relief. | got into the wrong coach,” she said, adjusting her countless 4 Chetan Bhagat ringlets. She was young, perhaps early 40 mid-twenties, ond her \wais-ength har ad life af ts own, I couldn't yet see her face io the fod ight, but T could tll one thing—she sas prety. And ber eyes-—once you looked into them, you coulda’ tara away [Kept my paz down, ‘So, this is petty empty tain,’ she sid afer ten tints, "eI said IP the new holiday’ spocin. They"ve just started it” Jeancd forward. “Hi, Lam Chetan, by the way, Chetan Bhagal” “Hi? she said. “Chetan. your name sound milan” [ows this was cool. It mint she had heard of my fist book. Irs rarely eegnised, and never by a gel ona night tain. “You might have heard af miy book, Five Point Someone, Vm the author “Oh yes She pamiod, “Oh yes, of wuurse. I've Head your book Abwut ie three underpesformers atthe professor ute, right” “es So did you fk it” Ua allright" 1 vas fen aback {ould fe done with tie more of 3 compliment ‘stall right? Isl. ahing a bit t9 obviously: Well." she sad, and paused, “Well what?” I sid after ten seconds, “Well, Seah, just all ight, An OK-OK type of hook? "hep que She novice he expression of mld dsapoinmens ‘ioe to mest you, Chetan, Where are you coming ftom? I Yes said my woe les fel than bore had 9 ge “Oh really? About what?® “About my book you know, the OK-OK-Aype one. Some people do want t hear about it? suid, using a sWeer tone to coat my “Interesting. she said, and sent quiet again, [was quit foo. cn't want to speak to her any more. I wanted my ‘empty compartment back Is everything OK? she asked soy. “Yes, hy?" said, “You're upset about what I sad about your book, arent you!” “Not ieallyT si (One Night at he Call Centre 495 ‘She laughed. lok! ater Her sie was as aresting as her eyes. Urew she was laughing at me, but [waned he to Keep sriling. “Listen. I know your book did well. You area sort of Youth writer and everything. Butat one level.” "What" I said “ALone level, you are hardly youth writes” looked ut her fora few seconds. Her eyes ad a soft but insistent awe. “Tdnought I wrote a book about college kids. Isn't that youth? I said ‘Meah, right. So you wrote a book on the Indian Insite of ‘Technolog, an elite place whete few people at wo 30. You think dat repre the youth? she sk, PS you ying wy? Td tat somewhor oT mite bout my sole expences, And the story mall abt IT Could avs Happened mers sth why yous rsbing my bok” “it eahing Tm Jost saying badly presets Ton youth * “So what represents youth exactly?” I said.

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