Dear Mr. Municipal Bribe taking Stupid Corporation Handyman,
This is my thirty fifth letter to your lazy and lousy corporation, that you please wipe off the dump besides the UNICEF recognized archaeological site, so that our archaeologists can work without the fear of catching Dengue, malaria and smell-harassment. If you do not make your ass moving, I will we equally forced to sue you, though it will take a long time I would be ready to fight off your ass till the case can last.
Yours truly,
XYZ or the responsible citizen of this God- forsaken country named India.
She was frothing with anger as she was writing this letter. Of course she could not post this letter to the municipal corporation of the Capital of India, Delhi as she would be held in contempt to the only country she belonged, but it was the best way she could vent off her anger. She crumbled the letter and shot the projectile into the dustbin. She sighed.
She turned the chair around and surveyed the jungle that was her house. It was more of a lab than a house. And the door was open. Not it reached her saturation point, this was more than that she could handle.
She stood up from her chair, stomped her left foot on the ground, reached the door climbed the stairs, I will fry him. I will boil him. I will kick him into his beloved Sirius.
There he was, the only 18 plus relative she had, this was her famous bread earning, hard working husband who would like to see the face of a supernovae explosion more than that of his wife.
“SO OUR DEAR Mr. KIRTAN VASHISTHA IS HAVING HIS DAILY DOSE OF METEORS AND GALAXIES, ISN’T HE?”
HE literary jumped off his snug position where he was snooping into the mysteries of the neighboring stars.
“AA…Asha, when did you arrive, I didn’t see you?” He turned. He was a medium heighted bespectacled 32 something man, who was presently mortified out of his guts.
“Don’t you remember that it is a day on which some promises were to be kept, some bills were to be paid and a dinner was promised? Wasn’t your lecher of a boss to kind and noble in giving you a holiday just because he won some petty award? I was planning things that we could do things this evening as you would have done your so assigned tasks. But I find the living room completely submerged under sheaves of mathematical calculations, and without a care for the world and thieves, back door open and mine truly husband missing?”
He gulped. “Ah. I am sorry, but on a happy note I truly got a snatch view of my elusive planet.” He tried to smile.
She tried to get angry on him. She failed miserably. She laughed.
“What would I do about you?” She cried. She giggled some more.
Kirtan scratched his head. “Ah, I think I would give you and Sammy a treat on my discovery, let’s go to The Chatpatazzz.”
She smiled. “Its some ten miles away.”
“It would be good picnic. A lift to your spirit?”
“So you do know when I am in the Meta stable state?” She asked.
“But presently I think you are in excited state.”
“JUST EXCITED STATE? IT WAS A HELL OF A DAY.” She again boiled in anger.
“Really, tell me about it.” He used his only tone that could calm an active volcano.
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“We would have to keep our eyes and ears open. The double agent could be anywhere among these 8 antique human pieces.” Vismay whispered as he stepped down into Ganga, following the others.
“He indeed must be coldly rational, being a demon agent and still be able to get himself enrolled for a lottery to trip to heaven.” Vishwam said.
Vismay started coughing heavily. “Dang this polluted water, when the hell would they stop pouring sewage water into the eternal Ganga.”
“Vismay, please, you have to give it a go. This is much better than infrared vision; I can indeed make out the auras of different people which look kind of similar to their body heat.”
“I am a hydrophobic. I will not go beneath the water.”
“Then how are you going to make out the heaven craft or aliens in that place called heaven. You are going to miss some real action.”
Vismay sighed. “You can describe all that to me. But I am in no mood to go swimming.”
“Vismay this is too much. See every one is doing this.” Vishwam pointed to the two sages who were opening their matted hairs, a couple, a father and a son, a tantric, a foreigner and his robot who called itself the eleventh avatar of Vishnu.
“Let them do. This doesn’t mean that I have to do the same thing as other common people do.” Vismay replied. Vishwam was frustrated.
“Look there!” Vishwam cried. “Can you see him?”
“Where, whom?” Vismay was suddenly excited.
“Your colour changing alien Konti Krampla.”
Vismay gazed in that direction.
“I cannot see…”
Vishwam did the only thing that he could do. He pushed him into the Ganges.
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