‘I have to visit five bars,’ I said and stepped out.
Priya looked at Jyoti, confused.
‘You are drunk. Come back in so we can leave. It’s cold outside,’
Shailesh said, in a firm but annoyed voice.
‘I am not drunk,’ I screamed, stumbling on the road and falling on
all fours. I twisted my right ankle and it hurt like hell.
‘Can you cut the drama and come back in?’ Shailesh said.
The girls saw me wince and were about to step out when Shailesh
stopped them.
'Are you coming or not? I'm running out of patience, bro,' he said.
‘I have to visit five bars,’ I said again, still wincing from the pain
of the fall.
‘Chutiya,’ Shailesh said. He slammed the door shut and the cab
zoomed off. A few cold drops fell on my face. I looked up at the sky.
Little white snowflakes were falling everywhere. A homeless man
offered a hand to help me stand up. Only the most pathetic can help
the most pathetic.
‘I have to visit five bars,’ I told the homeless man.
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