The finishing Touch

The shebeen was full of raucous people having a great old time. But Satha noticed that his friend Muthu didn\u27t look too happy. The old man had come into the shebeen a few minutes ago and simply plopped down in a chair. He had taken his first drink in one gulp and was now staring at his empty glass like a zombie. That wasn\u27t like Muthu, ruminated Satha, not like Muthu at all. Satha\u27s bleary eyes focussed glassily on his friend and he asked him why he was looking so depressed