Nannu is a good boy... (story in caption) 'Why drunkards pee themselves?' Nannu clicks the search button on google but doesn't look at the loaded pages. Actually, he looks out the window, to his aging (dying) father making a mess out of himself in this Sunday afternoon that was supposed to relax him just a bit. Nannu throws newspapers everyday, even on the sundays, but he doesn't work on this hotel near the main market on the weekends. He earns enough to own a nice smartphone with a decent internet connection and his sundays are spent knowing about the world inside his phone. But today, he looks at his staggering father and also reminisces about his childhood that he thinks was affected a lot because of his drunkard father. He remembers the night when his mother left this world. He was sleeping sound when this massive crashing sound woke him up. The mother, kicked on the chest, had met this glass window, head first, and was dead three days later. The only person who really loved Nannu was gone way too soon. The elder sister ran away not too long after the incident, with some man ten years older than her, and never came back. Poor Nannu still blames that fateful night for everything. You see, he blames the night, not the old man. Little boy, just 17, prepares breakfast everyday for the old man before leaving early. He even leaves some money whenever asked by the man, that eventually turns into empty bottles of wine. Nannu is a good boy though, he knows through the internet about how alcohol messes up the liver. So he has saved some money on this little 'Buddha' piggy bank, incase things go wrong. He bought his buddha for twenty rupees back in the days when Ma saved 1 rupee everyday for his school fee. He still have some coins from those days, resting dark inside the peaceful Buddha. Total money inside is just a little over one thousand rupees, not much but for a good cause I guess. Enough of the reminiscing, he wants to enjoy this little holiday now. Oh yes, he was curious about this peeing habit of drunkards. He turns to his phone, picks it from the left hand and looks at thousands of results with this vintage glass of tea on his right. But before he clicks on the first link, another massive sound from the outside; he looks out and finds his father down on the concrete pavement. All his life, Nannu had assumed he'd break the Buddha to cure old man's liver but the old man has perhaps cracked his head on this otherwise silent street.
