Read the first part here . There is a complete silence for a little too long. Neither of them speaks until Viraj finally breaks the silence. “I’m really sorry mate,” he says.” I shouldn’t have brought this up.” Ritwik says nothing. Viraj heads to Ritwik’s car and returns with a bottle of mineral water. “Here, have some water pal,” Viraj offers the water bottle. “What do you want from me man,” Ritwik says. I ain’t got no money. You can take the car if you want, that’s all I have to give you. Viraj looks at the empty bottles of scotch and whisky lying on the gravel footpath. And the stench of booze was enough to know that Ritwik was dead drunk. “You know mate what you’re problem is,” he says. You’re a coward. That’s what you are man. You don’t have courage to face to odds, courage to stand strong, courage to fight. And you’re giving up at a time when your family needs you the most. “I don’t have a fuckin’ FAMILY,” Ritwik shouts. And who the hell ...