Don't eat with wicked men

I was returning from work yesterday. The society was adorned with bright colours and DJ music as 'Shri Ram was coming back to Ayodhya'. Makes me wonder where was he all these years.

The ladies were having communal dinner at the basement. As usual I made my way to the elevator, pretending not to have seen them.

'Sir, please have dinner with us.'

I was slightly surprised. 2 years here and I know the hate and loathe hid behind their smiles. No one really invites me over for dinner or their functions. Infact whem I moved here an active area of discussion was why a non Gujarati was rented out a home. 

Probably, they thought I was from the 'other side' and wanted to celebrate the victory

In a moment I saw threw the loving smiles. I politely refused, for the food will turn poison in my stomach