Forgive and Forget
“What the heck was that? Don’t you people ever sleep? Give it a rest, will you?” Abigail grumbles as she walks out of the tent. Her walking bare feet on desert sand with slightly see-through spaghetti covering her upper body clarifies the interruption of her sleep by the ear-splitting sound of the entertainers. “Welcome to India. How did you manage to scurry off from this madness? Here, have a drink” Victor raises up his hand for a hand shake. After seeing Abigail's relenting swing, Victor continues “Yeah, I know. Sometimes we feel like we end up among dolt-Indians. But trust me; these people are the best to fill up empty minds”. Abigail now feels a bit comfortable. She sits down beside Victor and picks up a glass of vodka. “Filling up empty mind you say? I rather came here to empty my mind. I've been travelling for months in search of that stupid herb.” She empties the glass and signals Victor that she’s ready for another round. “What herb