Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

It was the 6th day of the longest back to back drinking spree that Sid & Sittu had ever been on. Earlier in the evening, the 3 of us had been to Princi's (to get the ticket) & Sweta's (just so) & Sittu had had the inevitable face off with Sweta followed by 3 back to back cigs. Now if anything can be considered portentous, THAT can! Sure enough, after 2 or 3 swigs, Sittu had tapped away several SMSs to Sweta which had hit point blank. She began calling up Sid who cancelled several of her calls. Ultimately, when none else worked she called up yours truly.

Now this verbal/psychological duel between Sittu & Sweta had been going on since the last 1 month. I had sensed the cold vibes between the two but didn't know that Sittu used to talk to her & send SMSs, the contents of which often drove her up the wall. She had said as much to Sid who had asked her to refrain from confronting Sittu or saying anything to me (of course!). So, things had finally reached the stage that I was the one being called to complain about something which had originally been sought to be kept away from my knowledge. Crazy how things work out, ain't it?

I answered her call & man! was that girl angry or what! Using my rudimentary negotiative skills, I somehow managed to calm her down. Meanwhile, Sittu in a fit of anger had flung his Panasonic on the wall breaking it into two! The worst thing was, I had lost interest in the Chicken Manchurian Fried Rice I was eating prior to getting Sweta's call.