Broken Fragrance

"Rajneesh Bhai." Someone placed a hand on his shoulder from behind. Hameed Gul turned around as quickly as lightning. Before the man behind could understand, Hameed Gul twisted his arm and was behind him, his right hand choking the man's neck like a pincer. Hameed's knee pressed into the man's back, and the man had become helpless. His face had turned red, and his eyes were bulging. "Hey Raj...Rajneesh Bhai." He somehow said, "I am Irfan. I...I came to pick you up. Please let go of my neck. I can't breathe." Hameed Gul took a deep breath and released his grip from Irfan's neck. Irfan started taking deep breaths and rubbed his neck. "You...You... almost killed me." He said, catching his breath. "How's the air in Lahore?" Hameed Gul asked calmly. "Oh..." Now Irfan stood calmly, "As damp as a matchstick inside its box." "When do we have to go to Delhi?" Hameed Gul asked again. "After Akbar's coronation." Irfan replied promptly. "I'm sorry, Irfan." Hameed Gul embraced Irfan, "It was my mistake." "The mistake was mine, Rajneesh Bhai," Irfan said, holding both of Hameed Gul's hands, "I startled you. But you were alert." "Who's this Rajneesh?" Hameed Gul smiled and said, "My name is Hameed Gul." "Yes, Hameed Gul. But your real name is Rajneesh."