Mr Punnu looked aghast. Ramanujan had to save the situation. ‘He doesn’t
know, Mr Punnu. He is new here. We should have told him it is a veg building and
no alcohol.’
‘Not even a drop,’ Mr Punnu said. “I have not touched it all my life.’
Mr Punnu looked like he had touched neither wine nor a woman all his life, but
badly needed to.
‘Apologise,’ Ramanujan told me.
I glanced around. Tamils gathered around me like the LTTE. I had no choice.
‘I’m sorry,’ I said.
‘No ladies from now on.’ Mr Punnu wagged a finger.
‘And beer and chicken?’ I said.
“That wasn’t allowed from before anyway,’ Sendil said. Everyone around me
nodded as they felt the warm fuzzy feeling of having set rules on how to live their
life.
I wondered where I’d take Ananya the next time.
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