It's 9.30 and we are walking back now. Looking at the sun and feeling the heat, I stop a passing car and ask the couple inside to give me a lift till Chail. A tall army guy, with thick trimmed mustaches, opens the window and tells me in a commanding baritone 'tired young fellow, come get in'.
I haven't thought about Sheru in the last few minutes but I look back and see that he is looking for me, standing near the far end of the road, confused and in doubt, with searching eyes. I see him running around to find me, and at this moment, I realize that I can’t let him come alone for 6 km. I tell the army uncle to stop the car with my reason, he smiles, and lets me go for my companion.