Chapter 1 (a) - Unwelcome gift
This is a strange evening. It is the evening for which I was preparing for last 2 months. Air is hot and dry. There is a knock on the door. Who could be this? This is strange for me, that I am startled by the knock on my door in these normal evening hours. Its 7pm. Must be my tea.
I opened the door. There is the same smiling face. He is the teenage boy how give room service here. I am not in a mood of starting any type of conversation so I hide my strangled mood and put my usual smile on my face. Extra effort for something which is usual to me.
Gave him just enough tip so that he may not get excited and start any conversation, nor disappoint him. I could use him if condition arose.
He is gone and I haven’t spoke a word. I prepare the tea. The aroma is as good as usual. Smile come to my face, I am still composed enough for such details. I hear burning of car tires. Some car driver has put hard breaks. I went to the window. Yes there was a white ford there. I see around. There was usual crowd on the road. Five fast food stalls on the road. Two my side of the footpath and three opposite side. Particularly one stall on my side was quite interesting. It is just below my window. My room is on first floor. He sells gool-gappe. Mostly female customers. What interests me is the angel I got from here. Any ways I was not interested today, also there was just two middle aged women customers. I give a quick look around and come back to my bedside. I sip my tea.
This is it. After midnight tonight I may be on bus to my town. Will see family tomarrow. Go to office every day. Will need a bike, buy one. I hope Isa would be still single. Anyways I would ask her only one more time. Last time she refused with a smile unlike the second last attempt when her two brothers gave me a visit. Naturally, this time she would be aware that I got gov. job. She can’t refuse this time. Everything is so perfect this time.
Knock on the door bring me back from my town. I check my watch, it is 9.30PM. WTF. But why the boy 30 mins early? I have told him twice not to bring my dinner before 10PM. It is so hard to standup if you travel 1300km in just a fraction of second. I was feeling so good.
I opened the door. Nobody is here. Strange. There is a package at my door step. I check the looby. There is no body visible in the lobby. Lobby is 30ft long and 3ft wide. At one end there are stares and lift. And other end is dead end. Six room on this floor. I have the center room. I haven’t order anything. Is this is a mistake? I closed the door loudly. Let’s pretend that I have not seen the package. Let’s see the desperation of the gift man. I bend down and look through the gap between the door and floor. No change in the amount of light outside. No movement. Whats the time. Its 9.45pm. Nothing. I know the package is for me. But from whom? I don’t want the boy to see at the box. What a deadly inactivity. At last some movement. Door of next room opens. By the direction of sound, it should be a room from lobby’s dead end side. Lalit, WTF. KNOCK KNOCK… Bhanu.
I open the door. I was correct. Lalit stands in front of me with a lady. Lady is gorgeous. But not the one who was with him yesterday. Must be a whore but seriously dosn’t look like one. Lucky bastard.
“Bhanu, you got a gift”. He is reaching for the parcel. I have to pick it before him.
Parcel is heavy.
“I got it, thanks”. I keep watching them going for a while and close the door. KNOCK KNOCK… How’s now? This time my dinner.
I have to check the parcel. I open it carefully. There is a mobile and another packet. I open the packet.
My heart misses a beat. My hand is shaking. I drop the mobile. Tries to catch falling mobile, drop the opened packet. Both the things felt down. Cartridges, scatter all around the room.
I collect myself, mobile, twelve cartridges and revolver. This is not the first time I have handled a revolver. But this was the last thing I was expecting tonight…..
This is a strange evening. It is the evening for which I was preparing for last 2 months. Air is hot and dry. There is a knock on the door. Who could be this? This is strange for me, that I am startled by the knock on my door in these normal evening hours. Its 7pm. Must be my tea.
I opened the door. There is the same smiling face. He is the teenage boy how give room service here. I am not in a mood of starting any type of conversation so I hide my strangled mood and put my usual smile on my face. Extra effort for something which is usual to me.
Gave him just enough tip so that he may not get excited and start any conversation, nor disappoint him. I could use him if condition arose.
He is gone and I haven’t spoke a word. I prepare the tea. The aroma is as good as usual. Smile come to my face, I am still composed enough for such details. I hear burning of car tires. Some car driver has put hard breaks. I went to the window. Yes there was a white ford there. I see around. There was usual crowd on the road. Five fast food stalls on the road. Two my side of the footpath and three opposite side. Particularly one stall on my side was quite interesting. It is just below my window. My room is on first floor. He sells gool-gappe. Mostly female customers. What interests me is the angel I got from here. Any ways I was not interested today, also there was just two middle aged women customers. I give a quick look around and come back to my bedside. I sip my tea.
This is it. After midnight tonight I may be on bus to my town. Will see family tomarrow. Go to office every day. Will need a bike, buy one. I hope Isa would be still single. Anyways I would ask her only one more time. Last time she refused with a smile unlike the second last attempt when her two brothers gave me a visit. Naturally, this time she would be aware that I got gov. job. She can’t refuse this time. Everything is so perfect this time.
Knock on the door bring me back from my town. I check my watch, it is 9.30PM. WTF. But why the boy 30 mins early? I have told him twice not to bring my dinner before 10PM. It is so hard to standup if you travel 1300km in just a fraction of second. I was feeling so good.
I opened the door. Nobody is here. Strange. There is a package at my door step. I check the looby. There is no body visible in the lobby. Lobby is 30ft long and 3ft wide. At one end there are stares and lift. And other end is dead end. Six room on this floor. I have the center room. I haven’t order anything. Is this is a mistake? I closed the door loudly. Let’s pretend that I have not seen the package. Let’s see the desperation of the gift man. I bend down and look through the gap between the door and floor. No change in the amount of light outside. No movement. Whats the time. Its 9.45pm. Nothing. I know the package is for me. But from whom? I don’t want the boy to see at the box. What a deadly inactivity. At last some movement. Door of next room opens. By the direction of sound, it should be a room from lobby’s dead end side. Lalit, WTF. KNOCK KNOCK… Bhanu.
I open the door. I was correct. Lalit stands in front of me with a lady. Lady is gorgeous. But not the one who was with him yesterday. Must be a whore but seriously dosn’t look like one. Lucky bastard.
“Bhanu, you got a gift”. He is reaching for the parcel. I have to pick it before him.
Parcel is heavy.
“I got it, thanks”. I keep watching them going for a while and close the door. KNOCK KNOCK… How’s now? This time my dinner.
I have to check the parcel. I open it carefully. There is a mobile and another packet. I open the packet.
My heart misses a beat. My hand is shaking. I drop the mobile. Tries to catch falling mobile, drop the opened packet. Both the things felt down. Cartridges, scatter all around the room.
I collect myself, mobile, twelve cartridges and revolver. This is not the first time I have handled a revolver. But this was the last thing I was expecting tonight…..
When i was reading first scene of story i thought the character is leading the story and he might be a psycho or gay or may involved in some kind terrorist activities.
ReplyDeleteBut of course not GAY :) phew! Otherwise character would have been searching for some boys around the gol-gappe stall...
But i was still connected and waiting for next scene cuz its turning out in a thriller where a psycho is looking for his lust and searching for some smell.
But i was wrong, he was just a common man, tiered, slightly frustrated and as usual single and looking for most beautiful chick and pretending that he is only one who is in gov job and girl will never refuse...but strongly thinks girls as already got more than 4 proposal of gov guys :) so he just an another FPI (tm) ;)
But now story must needs some thought from picky minds cuz its running on the thread between Hollywood's nalon and Bollywood's rgv...i hope its gonna be skj's :) waiting for chapter two..and seriously i have to read chapter two for rating.
excellent baba
ReplyDelete[6:51:50 PM] Vaibhav Agrawal: your story is really thriing and very intresting
[6:51:58 PM] Vaibhav Agrawal: just one minor point
[6:52:21 PM] Vaibhav Agrawal: choose either present or past tense in single event of time
[6:52:35 PM] Vaibhav Agrawal: somewhere you are using past and somewher present