AQAAB - 8

by Prabodh Kumar Govil in English Detective stories

No-no, not here...no...oh girl, what you doing? Oh, no...man! The boy poured some more drink in the old man’s clay pot from the bottle. The old man looked at the girl with his timid eyes and kept drinking. His ...Read Morehad reddened. He was taking hiccups in between. The boy came near him and grabbed his arm to take his pot clutching hand closer to himself and filled the pot again up to the brim with the foamy liquor. The old man blinked his eyes and looked at him with a little smile and affinity. The boy was standing with such alertness as if letting the old man drink satisfactorily was his only job. Now the old man was not paying any attention towards the girl. He was indifferent to what she was up to. The boy supported the old man to make him sit on a bedstead nearby. He did not want to sit but the boy put pressure on his waist as if he wanted him to sit there. Read Less