Shivadha was waked up by the constant ringing of the phone. She grunted in her bed. She found it hard to open her eyes. She reached for her phone and forced her eyes to see who was calling. Raghuram!
Doesn’t he have any other thing to do? The tiger has become a cat. She exhaled with frustration. Time in her mobile said 5.05 am.
“What is it now?” Anger flailed in her words. After an almost endless day, she badly needed sleep. It was his third call since she got home. It was a mistake that she gave him her number.
“Chief Minister.” He gave the first signal of what was coming. He wasn’t concerned a bit about her anger. You have to adjust to a lack of sleep as a part of this job. You have to learn to live with it but must hide well your anger.
“What about Chief Minister?” She was half asle
