It was well past 12 in the night and for a moment she felt a sudden surge of insecurity in the darkness of the club. The dim lights flashing across the room, made her feel secure in the obscure world, lest ‘known faces’ notice her. With every sip of Vodka, she felt the ominous presence of her father. She blurted apologies, falling on her knees, begging forgiveness, while her colleagues joined her emotional outcry, spilling beer as “One sane soul consoled the other”. Her father had been...