THE CAMARADERIE

Yesterday

watching a drunken brawl

between two friends

inside a bar

I was sitting alone

in a corner of the

bar in the dim light listening to wild music.

With anxious eyes and

drum-beating heart

when the brawl went out of control

I called one of

the waiters clad in white with a turban

and asked him to call

the security to throw them out

since they were getting on his nerves

and let peace prevail

inside the air-conditioned bar frowning.

The security advised them to cool down

which both were not

in the mood to oblige.

Today

at about the same time

I saw both of them

coming  out of the bar

joining hands

and laughing aloud

showing no sign of enmity

and in its  place 

intimacy was reigning supreme

between the two.

I laughed to myself

thinking about the

role being played by liquor.

Strange are the ways of liquor …

I told myself.