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Greentext · 4 minThree And Two
>be me, 13 years
>2000, railway quarters in kazipet
>rows of yellow houses, same doors, same windows, same tulasi pots
>my best friend vasu lives in quarter number 41-b
>vasu's nanna was a loco pilot
>he drove the goods engines to balharshah and back
>every night shift he came home at one or two in the night
>and he had a knock
>on vasu's window, which is next to the back lane
>three knocks, stop, two knocks
>tak tak tak
>tak tak
>that meant "nanna is home, sleep"
>vasu told me he never slept before that knock, never, since he was small
>in march vasu's nanna died
>on duty, in the engine, heart attack near mancherial
>the assistant brought the engine to the station
>i remember the whole colony standing outside 41-b
>vasu standing in a white shirt that was too big for him
>after that vasu stopped sleeping
>he came to school with eyes like a ripe jamun
>he slept on the desk in the second period
>teachers did not scold him, everybody knew
>one day in july he caught my hand at the cycle stand
>"come and sleep at my house tonight" he said
>"why"
>"i will tell you there"
>i asked amma, amma said ok, amma knew
>that night we lay on the floor of his room on one bedsheet
>window open, mosquito coil burning
>the back lane outside dark, one bulb at the far end
>vasu said it in a very low voice
>"from last week, the knock is coming again"
>i did not say anything
>"three and two" he said
>"same"
>"at one o clock"
>my whole back went cold
>"you are dreaming ra"
>"you stay awake and see"
>he turned to the wall
>i stayed awake
>i listened to the goods trains on the main line
>the long ones, they take five minutes to pass
>eleven, twelve
>vasu was breathing like a person who is not sleeping
>at ten past one
>tak tak tak
>i stopped breathing
>tak tak
>on the wooden window, just above my head
>very soft
>like somebody who does not want to wake anybody except one person
>and in two minutes vasu was sleeping
>deep, with his mouth open
>first time in months, i think
>i did not sleep at all
>i lay there till the sky went grey with my eyes on the window
>next morning his amma gave us idli and did not ask anything
>she looked tired
>she was always tired after march
>next night i went again
>this time i did not lie near the window
>i lay near the door, where there was a gap between the curtain and the frame
>from there you could see a piece of the back lane
>ten past one
>i saw somebody come along the wall
>slowly, with no slippers
>a shawl over the head
>it stopped at the window
>it put up one hand
>a thin wrist, no bangles on it
>tak tak tak
>tak tak
>then it stood there
>it put its forehead against the wall next to the window
>it stood like that for a long time
>a goods train went past on the main line, the whole thing
>then it went back along the wall to the back door of 41-b
>the back door closed very softly
>vasu was already sleeping
>i lay there and my eyes were burning
>i did not tell vasu
>not the next day, not that year
>i went to sleep at his house many times after that
>every time, ten past one, three and two
>every time vasu slept
>slowly it stopped
>by the time we were in tenth he was sleeping on his own
>he said "it does not come anymore, maybe nanna knows i am big now"
>i said "maybe"
>vasu got a railway job also, he is a station master near warangal
>at his wedding in 2012 i was standing on the stage next to him
>during the photos his wife was teasing him
>"he cannot sleep without somebody knocking, your friend told me"
>everybody laughed
>vasu laughed and said "my nanna's knock, from childhood"
>"three and two"
>and he knocked it on the stage table to show her
>tak tak tak, tak tak
>i was looking at his amma
>she was in the second row in a new silk saree
>she was not laughing
>she was looking at me
>she knew that i knew
>i do not know how, but she knew
>after the photos she came to the stage to give me prasadam
>she put the sugar in my palm
>and with two fingers she tapped my wrist
>three
>and two
>then she went to see about the lunch
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