Short Stories by Malathykutty

  .  Our father, a poor farmer, rarely visited the nearby town. But this time, he had to go to get a few things done. It took him a while to complete his tasks, and soon it was well past lunchtime. Quite hungry, he went to a hotel and ate. He helped himself to rice a second and third time, eating to his heart’s content, thinking that hunger is the best curry for lunch.   When the waiter finally brought the bill, he was shocked. He wondered if he had really eaten that much to justify such a high amount. He stood aside, looking at the bill back and forth in front of the cashier. Then he asked the manager, “Sir, is this really my bill?” The manager, seeing the innocence of a farmer, didn’t question it.

  We were all familiar with the alcoholic. He was not worried about his family. He did not value the tears of his wife and children. Years passed. His son grew up. The natives rated him only as a    decent boy. A good son of a shameless drinking father. The son tried many drugs to stop his father's alcoholism. All failed. It's just that the father's hatred for his son increased. One day the   father was drinking in the bar. "Bring me a bottle too" he heard a familiar voice from the opposite bench. He looked back. His own son was   the person who ordered the   drink. Father slowly got up and walked away, with shaken   legs.   He never drank again. The son ultimately   defeated his father.

                                        So, you  are  telling  that you saw  the accused                                      lifting  the chair but don't know  whether to hit or sit? ‘Honest sir’ is the name given by locals because my father    always used d to tell the truth and truth only. Meanwhile, one of dad’s   disciples became an accused in a beating case. The disciple was an alcoholic. The case is that Philip, the vegetable shopkeeper   and his companion were beaten with   a chair while the accused was under the influence of alcohol. Dad   was the   only s witness. He was threatened by the disciple every evening when he came home   after a    booze. He should not say anything against the   accused. But ...