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Son – In – Law Sudheer stepped in to the noisy economy section of the bar. He walked steadily towards a fixed spot at the end of the hall, past the clusters of tables and chairs that were arranged neatly in the multiples of two. The bar hall was huge and was decorated with designer mirrors on its walls. The dim lights vaguely brightened the table tops and exposed bottles, glasses and ash trays with formations of smoke coming out of them from the dying cigarettes, whereas the people sitting around the tables looked greyed out as if they were not the spotlight. Sudheer hurried to reach his regular table. On finding his space vacant, he quickly grabbed it and signalled the bartender for a drink. Positioned at the left most corner of the hall, Sudheer’s table could accommodate
two persons. He sat facing to the wall so that no one could see him there. He was still getting comfortable when his cell-phone beeped. It showed the caller name to be ‘Sangeeta’. Sudheer disconnected the call but his own reflection on the cell phone screen made him wait for a while. It showed something of a neatly groomed person whose presence in a place like this was never meant to be. The dark circles around his tired eyes narrated silent tales of his sleepless nights. His clean shaved face resembled that of a professional who aims big. All the worries and problems in his life could not cover the youthful shine on his cheeks. Twenty six or may be twenty seven years- that was all he had studied life so far. He suddenly stopped gazing at himself and slipped his mobile back into his pocket
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