Gunalan

Night/Dry/Air-Con/SSP's bedroom in a flat somewhere in the North


Gunalan was drinking again. I asked him why. He didn't reply. I saw the bottle of whiskey, almost empty. I asked him again. He kept quiet.

We met for dinner. I asked him about the bottle. 'Where was it?'

'I don't know.'

'You must know. It was in your room.'

He stuttered. 'I didn't drink.'

'Then what happened to the bottle?'

'I used it to smash my head.'

'Why?'

'I needed to wake up.'


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