A VERY TRIVIAL DETAIL
By Neel Anil Panicker
“This Saturday evening at half past six when the party kicks off I want you moving around in the Grand Ball Room greeting dignitaries, chatting up celebs, hugging friends, French kissing acquaintances, even shaking hands with strangers, all this while holding a red coloured drink in your hand.
And I, from my fourteenth floor hotel window opposite the street shall keep vigil, telescopic gun in hand, awaiting the moment when you drop the glass onto the floor.
It’s my cue to shoot down the President.”
‘Just a small thing. Can I pick a different coloured drink? Red’s got blood written all over it.’
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