Balram is the havaldar at the police station in the next precinct. He comes here for his late evening nautaak. Balya favor’s my corner always. From the window he gets a view of the lamp-post outside the bar and Nimmo. Nimmo is the young prostitute, who stands there and solicits business. He is in love with her but afraid to tell her and seeks the courage of the spirit, we serve bottled. She likes him too and teases him by asking, when will he stop the daily lease and negotiate a total purchase of her. Not that Balya pays ever, either at the bar or with her. Despite all he is a likeable soul who often steers legal and regulatory trouble away from our bar, hence he is welcome, always. This is one unlikely love story and unless both flee, reality - would constrain them around the lamp-post. Balya has plans to run away and would practice his dialogues in his glass, on how he would convince Nimmo to join him; I just listen and hope it works out for him.
Tinny: “When do we take it to the location?”
Gruff: “According to the original plan, tomorrow at 10a.m.”
Tinny: “How big is it?”
Rasp: “About the size of a cigarette carton”
Tinny: “Will it finish the job, seems so small”
Rasp; who talked like the technical end in the quartet : “It will, Both the target and some bonus buildings too.”
Tinny: “How many casualties expected if it detonates at 10.30, its peak hour in the embassy building no?”
Baritone: “This would be our statement. No demands. First the action and second the claim. Then the authorities of this country would take our demands seriously.”
Gruff: “Yes, then shall flow in the money and the members. Our organization shall be the most respected group in this side of the world.”
Tinny: “Who would think that the four of us here are starting a revolution?”
Involuntarily he twitched his leg against me and I shuddered and the plates rattled. He groggily stared at me and steadied me. These guys were terrorists. I had seen a lot of people and slotted them as petty thieves, drunkards, strong arm robbers, gangsters, union leaders etc. Terrorists were a first even for me. This brand of evil had me scared, angry and disgusted all at once.