Signal No 2
We decided to go out again. This time to a dark, dingy pub in Juhu. Very unlike him to choose a place like this. I couldn't say I knew him at all. Why did he agree to spend so much time with me if it would never amount to anything? "I'll have a whisky with ice," he told the waiter with a smile. The waiter smiled too and kept coming back again to chat with him. It was very unnerving. He kept staring at the painting on the wall. It was a rather dull pastel shaded oil painting of a ship sailing in the sea. I couldn't understand how anyone could paint the sea in such a staid manner. If anything, the sea inspired people to be passionate, free and reckless. I asked him why he was staring at the painting. "Something that it's trying to convey in a very subtle manner. See, there isn't a dark cloud in sight, and the sea is calm, but the sails are fluttering and the rudder is damaged". I turned back again to analyse it. See, it was th