Nurungukal..3

Ichirivettam..5….Two weeks ago we spent two days with our daughter-in-law in Mahe. Her brother invited us for a dinner. On our way to his house we stopped to check the air in the tyres of the car. The air filling shop was opposite to a bar and it was very crowded as usual in a Sunday evening especially after the closure of bars in Kerala. We noticed a young man sitting on a stack of old tyres, with a tense face. His eyes were red hot and was he was sweating. He got up with much effort and staggered to the man who was unfolding the long pipe to fill air. It was sure that the young man was under the influence of a heavy booze. Next thing we saw was the young man being pushed to the floor. He slowly returned to the original position virtually crying and pleading. Then slowly curled up like a tired dog.

          My son who listened to their conversation said that the young man under the influence of alcohol had given the key of his bike to a stranger in the bar and now the vehicle is missing. He was persistently pleading to the other for help to retrieve the vehicle which irritated him ending in the tussle. 

          We left the spot leaving him in slumber….dum dum dum pi pi pi….