5.14 am. A vacant road. Few light and a man was returning home with a lost mind. He had drugs last night and was really struggling to walk. He was repeatably nudging his nose so that he at least get some sense to reach home and suddenly he heard a shout - "Hey watch out!"
Before he comes out from drug fantasy, he fell down on the road. "Man, are you all right?" Somebody put a hand on his shoulders. That stranger lifted him up.
"Heavy you are!" - Stranger.
Druggist - "Not more than my head!"
Stranger - "Are you drunk?"
Druggist - "No no. Just a few drugs that's it."
Stranger - "Oh! You want me to help you?"
Druggist - "I need it actually!"
Stranger - "Poor fellow! Let me take you my home. Be my guest."
Druggist - "Oh no no. My home is just 2 minutes awayyyy...." His voice was shivering and was almost on the edge to vomit.
"Just show me the nearest tea stop." - Druggist was now asking for the next boos.
"You better have some sleep." - Stranger made some sense.
"I can't! These people won't let me sleep!" There was a tension in his voice.
"Who?" - Stranger asked.
Druggist - "Leave it. Tell me, why there's no life here. It's going to be 6 am. Isn't it?"
"Oh! Don't you know? India is closed today! High price protest!" - This time it was time for Stranger to get tensed.
"Ha ha. Cowards! You stay away from them huh? By the way, pubs are open, right?" - Druggist was squeezing his eyes.
"Huh! You look rich. Why should you worry? Even if you are, say for a change, you can have your drug dose to forget it." Stranger, for the first time, raised his voice.
Druggist - "Opps! Perhaps, I knocked on the wrong door. Are you a farmer?"
"No. No. I am a milkman.
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