Shaji woke up with a start, as a searing pain shot through his back. He realised that he had kept his legs on the table and was slumped on the old chair. It was only six on the clock that hung on the front wall. He looked around the room, and found Vinayan sitting with his head resting on the table. Shaji couldn’t see Vinayan, as his head was hidden by the pile of papers and files on the table.
He felt somebody looking at him and found Kumaran looking at him from the cell. His eyes seemed to be shining in the dim cell, as he looked on while he sat holding his knees. “Go to sleep, bastard”, said Shaji, as he got up from his chair and stretched. The uniform hung loose on his thin frame, and only his moustache had the look of a policeman on his body.
