In anticipation since early morning of the greatest football phenomenon on planet getting underway in the evening, my mind was hardly fixed on matters inside the steel plant. The day being unbearably warm, the cool office room appealed to one like never before. I didn't need to mark my attendance because the secretary was missing from his place, something I found no reason to complain against. So I moved towards the office at Mr Sarkar's behest, to meet the usual suspects, all of whom were already well into the daily rigmarole of the small duties that contributed towards steel making in a big way.
There was nothing extraordinary in the offing today. I ambled around the plant, met the standard set of creatures, exchanged pleasantries with some, scowls with others and a wide smile with the baba, talked at length once again with the boy, and took down notes from time to time about matters both metallurgical and those not so. The same old camaraderie was maintained with Sharmaji and co. Some very important lessons were thrust upon me by them; they seemed somehow more eager than usual to serve the humane cause of my education.
The day thus passed without incidence, and I left half an hour early, taking due advantage of the difficult secy's god-sent absence.
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