“There is a fork in road, Ss. Right or left” he asked. I stood confused for a minute trying to remember a fork in the directions to my place. As far as I could see, it was a straight road until the last right. My apartment was the last one on the left. He had turned into the service lane from the highway. Where had he found the fork. I walked down to where he had parked his vehicle. Trust him to be confused about a muddy lane and the tarred path… Elder brothers, forks and some weird sense of precision. Epitome!
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