Three Mistakes of My Life by Chetan Bhagat

I don't know yet about Ali. We are going for the operation, but the success

probability is not hundred per cent. Fifty-fifty is what they told us.'

'You should have faith. Probability is best left to books,' I said.

He nodded.

'So I'll go back and we'll be in touch over email,' I said. 'Sure, we can work on it.

But do not release the story until we know about Ali. Ok? It may mean your effort

goes to waste,' he said. 'I agree,' I said and we shook hands.

I met Vidya at the hospital entrance as I left. She was wearing a green lehanga,

probably her most cheerful dress, to lift Govind's spirits. She carried a bouquet.

'Nice roses,' I said.

'Law Garden has the best ones. I miss Ahmedabad, can't wait for my course to be

over in six months,' she said.

'I thought you were a Bombay girl, trapped in the small city or whatever.'

'He told you everything? Like everything?' she, looked shocked. 'Pretty much.'

'Oh well, Bombay is nice, but my own is my own. Pao bhaji tastes much better in

Ahmedabad.'

I wanted to chat with her more, but had to leave. They had let me into their world,

but I couldn't overstay.