Bottles of Fury
The knocks grew louder,the desperation evident. The silence on the other side of the door was not just unexpected,but unusual. Neither the sound of the sitcom actors were audible nor the clutter from the kitchen whose windows were just next to where Sumeet was standing trying to stop his body from falling from the stairs ,holding on to the wall to stop himself from losing balance from the spinning of his head from the excessive alcohol. Another round of fierce knocking on the other half of the door only sent him reeling into the house, making him realise that door was not locked all alon“Water....now” Screamed Summet…to be met by silence again. “Can't you hear you good for nothing woman….I said get me water” The rage turning his face red,his eyes already bloodshot with the excessive alcohol. The rage that would have brought Shikha running out of anywhere in the house , brought her to him to serve anything he wished for...was still met silence today. “Dammit when will you le...