Aakash replied.
“No man. He was not with us. But where the hell is he?” Ansh almost screamed in worry.
“Don’t panic guys, just call him,” Dhruv suggested.
“How smart Gajju! But you all smartly dropped your phones in this drawer last night,” Aakash said, pulled out their phones from the drawer and gave them back.
Ansh looked at the screen and there were about thirty missed calls from Angie. He called her back.
“Thank god you finally called!”
“Angie, last night….”
“I know. Actually the whole campus knows.”
“What? How?”
“You don’t remember what you have done?”
“Sorry to say Angie, but no. I just found myself in the football ground and that’s all I know.”
“Ansh, you…”
“You can save your miff for later, Angie! Right now help us find Harsh if you can. He is missing.”
“Just call him!”
“He is the missing one Angie, not his phone.”
“Shit. Okay, I’ll call you if I get to know anything.”
“Okay bye!”
Ansh ended his call and turned around and saw Shilpan waiting for him.
“Got any information, Ansh?” Shilpan asked in worry.
“No! I think this time, it went over the head Shilpan!” Ansh said with consternation.
“Yeah! But right now we should focus on finding Harsh,” Shilpan said, trying his best to stay optimistic.
They started their quest, knowing that it was necessary to find him before the warden and other officials would show up. They had about thirty minutes. They all washed their faces, changed their clothes, gargled with Listerine and went out.
They all were on a conference call, mission objective, “Find HARSH BHAVSAR.”
“Gajju, anything on ground floor?”
“Negative. Just trashes allegedly created by us.”
“Shilpan, on first floor?”
“Negative.”
“Aakash, second floor?”
“Negative.”
“Ansh, Third floor?”
“Negative – just seeing every one laughing at me.”
“Same here dude!”
“I think we rocked it last night, what say Aakash?”
“Fuck you, Gajju!”
“Come and do it by yourself.”
“Stop this cat fight guys and concentrate on finding him.”
“Guys, I have to disconnect. Angie’s call is intervening continuously. I think she has got something,” Ansh disconnected himself from the conference call and called her.
“Hello!”
“Ansh, I’ve found him.”
“Where?”
“At the north outer lobby of the second floor.”
“What? In the girls’ hostel?”
“Yeah.”
“Man! Let me inform others. Angie, just keep an eye on him.”
“Okay.”
Ansh then called Aakash, who seemed the most responsible guy at that time.
“Dude, I’ve got some good news and some bad.”
“Could that bad be worse than what we have right now?”
“Indeed.”
“Then don’t tell me Ansh.”
“Harsh is on the second floor.”
“That’s great yaar! But I’m on the second floor and I can’t find him.”
“Because he is on the second floor of the girls’ hostel.”
Disconnected.
‘
Responsible guy my ass!
’ Ansh shrugged.
After two minutes, Dhruv called him.
“Ansh, is it true?”
“Yes, Gajju! Angie just found him there.”
“Okay then you go there, I’m on my way.”
Within five minutes, they all gathered. Angie was standing on the second floor where harsh was lying.
“Just wake him Angie,” Ansh signalled and she followed.
Within two minutes, he looked down with his unsteady eyes and looked as ambivalent as the rest of them were when they had woken up.
“Dude, what are you doing upstairs?” Aakash shouted.
“No point in asking that Aakash!” Shilpan said.
“What happened guys? How the hell did I get here?” Harsh said, clearly baffled.
“We are yet to find out, dude. Were you sober when you arrived here?” Dhruv asked.
“Not even in my dreams, Dhruv!” he answered.
“Then how did you climb up asshole?” Aakash yelled. Ansh calmed him by signalling Angie’s presence there.
Before they could come up with a better idea, Dhruv started climbing