Fiction “The good people are utterly boring, aren’t they?” Joshua asked me as I was driving him to Vagamon, a popular tourist destination that is about 50 km from my home. Joshua was in Kerala on a short vacation from Mumbai where he did business. I laughed looking at the winding road ahead. I was going to negotiate yet another hairpin bend. What makes driving an intoxication is the road. Straight and smooth roads like the national highways don’t fascinate me. Roads must have bends and slopes. And views on the sides. When it comes to people too, I guess the charm lies in their being not so good. “Do you remember Peter?” Joshua asked as I manoeuvred my car against a truck that was crawling down the hairpin bend. “The good-boy Peter, our classmate in high school?” “Yup. Peter the pet of the teachers.” Peter was good. Good at studies, good in behaviour, and good in every way as far as teachers and the society were concerned. Everybody liked him. No wonder he went on to become
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