Prejudice

Exactly a year ago, I was stranded all alone on the highway of Kharghar​, devoid of people, with the cell phone on my hand losing its marbles just when they were needed the most.
Two men and a flock of goats were the only living beings to be seen on the road, if I do not take in account the grass that lost its greenery to the dirt of the vehicles that pass by, probably years ago.
I went to one of the two men - the one whose clothes were less disheveled than the other, but disheveled nonetheless and as dirty as the grass I stepped upon.
He combed his dark, oiled hair with his long and thin fingers as I approached him.
I ask him in a polite tone, hiding the desperateness inside me," Bhaiya, aapke paas mobile phone hoga? Ek call karna tha".
He shakes his head and I almost lose all my hopes on making a call to my friend.
He says, "Phone nahi hai. Par mere tab se call ho sakta hai, Chalega?"