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Thursday, September 18, 2008

Being there. final part

"Ah! you are awake. I was just coming to wake you up. You wont ever believe what I've done now." Sai came into the room just as Nidhi was stretching herself and struggling to keep her eyes open, in spite of the mid day sunlight.

He stood there with such a wide grin and an unbeatable look of accomplishment that she had to laugh.

"You are laughing? Did I miss something? I didn't say anything funny did I?"

"You made breakfast." she said trying to keep a straight face and acting overwhelmed.

" how did you guess? I changed my shirt. I haven't dribbled anything on my pants...how did you guess?" He asked baffled.

"Wifey instincts!!" she said smugly.

He stuck his tongue out at her. "Fine. Someday, even I'll discover something like husbandly instincts and then you'll see."

"hee hee....am eagerly awaiting the day"

"Well anyway. I made dosa. I couldn't figure out how to make sambar or chutney, so you'll have to do with ketchup. And don't make that face. Be grateful I dint kick you out from the bed to make breakfast. Do you even know the time woman? its nearly lunch time. No actually its brunch time-11.30. and...."

"Get the breakfast Sai...am hungry...and am not sure I cant resist dosa and ketchup....." she said, smiling an evil smile.

Not catching the sarcasm, his face brightened and he walked out of the room.

he came in with 2 plates of what looked like bits of dirt, painfully arranged in the form of a circle, and a Maggi ketchup bottle balanced on one of the plates.

"there you go. My best creation ever. They are slightly...erm...overdone...but they are tasty. I tried them." he looked at her sideways.

she hugged him and whispered into his ears. "I love burnt dosas"

"I knew you'd say that."he said smiling at her. "so you start attacking the dosa, while i get the paper."

She started picking on the brown remains of what was intented to be a dosa.
Surprising how the dosa could be burnt and yet not cooked properly on the inside. Probably that's why Sai called it his best creation so far. Nidhi chuckled.

The first bit of the dosa was slowly finding its way into her mouth when Nidhi screamed. The dosa wasn't brown because it was burnt. It was brown because it was made of cockroach wings. brown, shiny and plastic like.

Sai came rushing into the room and saw Nidhi screaming like she'd never screamed before. She jumped out of the bed as soon as she saw him and lunged at him wildly.

"You are the one. You put cockroaches in the dosa. you are the one who has been haunting me. You are trying to kill me" she said hitting Sai with all her strength.

"Nidhi! what are you saying? what about cockroaches? calm down. CALM DOWN!"

He was shaking her like a rat. Willing her to quieten down.

She looked at him wildly. She could see the cockroaches coming out from his hair. They were coming out from his finger nails. She could feel them climb over her. Shey were crawling on her. all over her. And he was laughing. He was standing there, throwing back his head in mirthful laughter.

She broke away from him and ran. She had to escape. She had to. This maniac was out there to kill her.

"Nidhi...what are you doing? Where are you running to? There is nothing here Nidhi. Its just me. please listen to me" His voice was frantic now.

The knife which was lying on the dining table slashed his fingers. it cut his chest. tore at his arms.

She sat on him and pared away the cockroaches. One by one. The ones coming out of his finger nails, his hair, his mouth. When she was done, she laughed.

"I cant die now. All the cockroaches are gone."



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The cockroaches never left her.

They were in her little cell too. She could see them crawling all over the room. And she felt as many as twenty scrambling on her head. Running down her nose. Some sliding down strands of hair…she searched for a knife so that she could chop her hair off. Then perhaps they would stop crawling over her. But in that tiny room with bars there was nothing except a thread bare cot, a water jug and a blanket. She reached for the water jug and smashed it over her head.

33 comments:

suji said...

hmm..woww..alrittey..rest later.

ViNi said...

i hate cockraches...gdness..:-s tht aside..i enjoyed reading..n my..my roaches can drive one mad:-s

vrinda said...

@ suji....

alrittey to you too :)

vrinda said...

@ vini

well seems like they can :D

Usha Pisharody said...

I can heave that sigh of relief now!

Well yes, I know someone who simply loses it all if u were to utter the word "cockroach"! Actually.

And I shall simply leave this, with this wholesome read:

Wow!

Kichu & Chinnu said...

is this like chapters of a novel or so....its kind of scary...
i couldnt help skipping some of the lines....Cockroaches r what I'm most scared of on the face of earth:)

James Michael said...

see even shafeeq has asked me to ask you for a piece for our writers's collective blog.
now you can't refuse!

vrinda said...

@kichu n chinnu

its not really a novel..its a "short story" written in parts....sorry u had to skip some lines...but then again...i dont think am that sorry about it either :D

vrinda said...

@ Usha

:) thank u....

and cockroaches scare the shit out of me too....

vrinda said...

@james...

er....

James Michael said...

Err...you know the mail id...
efluwritersstudio@gmail.com
:)

K P said...

I accidentally stumbled upon your post while browsing..i recently got into blogging and i thought that writing was all about making it as complex as possible:-)...but after reading your blogs....wow..simple yet elegant...keep up the good work....

vrinda said...

@james

er......again

:D

vrinda said...

@ KP

glad that u "stumbled" and gladder tht u liked my post :)

thanks

crumbs said...

cheerful! =D

vrinda said...

@Crumbs

=) hee hee.

Abhi said...

As an ardent fan of your blog, I've been following this story for a while.. and it sure has changed its course!! :D

And from my personal experience, my guess is you did not intend it to end this way when you wrote the first part?!

vrinda said...

@ Abhi,

as a matter of fact, i did intend this ending from the word go, though i still was clueless as to how to go about it...

:)

Abhi said...

hmmm.. interesting! very different from when i write stories.. i usually change the storyline during every part and then have to edit so as to keep in line with what i had written earlier :)

vrinda said...

@abhi

its not always tht i visualise ends for wat i write..sometimes, a line strike interesting to me, and i start writing with tht line, mindless of what is to follow.sometimes i visualise random stuff...for example, i hope u read somewhere in this story about "olive green walls..." would u believe it if i told u that this was the starting point of my story? I just needed a story set in rooms which had olive green walls..and see what turned out... :)

Abhi said...

hehe.. yeah, true.. that happens sometimes :)

vrinda said...

@abhi

*winks*

Abhi said...

hey, whats ur email id? :)
gmail, preferably?

K P said...

so how come you get the ideas and stuff? you majoring in journalism or something?

vrinda said...

@abhi...

ermm.....why?

vrinda said...

@ KP

am doing my masters in literature...as to how i get the ideas....er...no clue actually...earlier most of my writings were jsut personal stuff, takes on what i feel, or something of tht kind..its only recently that i've started writing short stories, with themes that do not bear resemblence to what i at all...

K P said...

ha ha well you seem to be doing what you are trained to do...or is it the other way around training for something that you like to do?

Anon...let me be... said...

hi there... loved the story... u hav a very definitive style... mebbe u should publish some of ur writings... or hav u alredy done that? i m glad i happened to chance upon ur blog... filled two of my sfternoons... :) .. keep goin! oh by the way... i hav become a follower of ur blog..
tc.
a fellow scribbler...

vrinda said...

@ KP

i guess its the latter...

vrinda said...

@ anon

Thank you for liking the way I write. no i'ven published any of my writings...but i sure hope to do so someday....

and thanks for being a follower :)

Abhi said...

@vrinda : ermmm.. aise hi. chat karne ke liye with a fellow blogger/story-writer? :)

@KP : my personal opinion, but i think writing a story doesnt really have much to do with one's degree or training so to say. Personal satisfaction, i feel, is critical.

vrinda said...

@ abhi...

well u found me on orkut...
and yes i agree with the training part...u don necesarily hav to be trained to write well....

Abhi said...

ummm.. yeah! :)
But I cant add/scrap you.. check ur mailbox there.. :(