I really don’t know why am I doing this? It’s not that I am sentimental, nor is my brain addled with the fuzzy thoughts of love. You can say, I have a dearth of ideas right now. I promised my readers that I would explore all the facets of the life of an Alien , here I am doing so………….
This is going to be torturous for me. This story is stuck in my throat. It neither is palatable, so that long afterwards I could belch in contentment, nor is it easy to vomit, so that I can display this in front of you and get done with it.
You may of course find this novella deficient of right amount of tear-jerking emotions or of moments in which you would swoon in ecstasy or with pure delight.
Mere dil me wo dard nahi………
That’s why I won’t be able to give you ‘Gone with the Wind‘, but I do offer you is an insight into the life of a very old Alien who fells for an Earthling. Talk about bridging borders with different races………
Like all my other enterprises, this may soon rot in the electronic whirlpool of the thing called Internet, as I, am notorious for starting things up but never going around to finish them………
But who knows, I may do complete this one. Hope you are with me on this…….
Because we have a helluva lot to cover!!!!!!!!!!
“If she doesn’t wanna go with you on a date, you gotta zap her brains.”
Ancient Alien Saying, U.F.O. Tracker
Prologue
Well, sort of…..
There she was, working herself up for her grand performance. Her face coloring up in a pinkish pout, her eyes fiery orange, her green hair bulbs threatening to burst, her nose blowing heavy jets of air giving tune to her pressure trumpets (she was a nasal singer), her lips quivering with apparent emotion.
Alien X discovered that he could no longer put up with her. But the mere wish of snapping all bonds with her did not materialize into reality. He needed to take a more pragmatic course.
With a huge BOOM, the ship and its current occupants (only him, at present) lay mercy to the cacophonous, mostly gibberish jibes of the woman he thought he was in love just a light year ago. He was tired of fulfilling her demands, her incessant sobbing, her sickly sweet perfume, her harsh rude voice……..the bard would be long tired telling the tale of this sad little Space-faring alien who had stoically bore up with her for so long.
Right now though he could use some silence as he was in meet with the Emperor of the World and though he was quite genial, he always liked the full attention of all those who worked under him, when he was talking with them. Right now His Majesty had plugged all his 24 pairs of ear, so that he could save himself from this fit of delirium his diplomat’s wife was having.
“Um….X?”
“Yes sir?”
“Can’t you just shut her off?”
Alien X sighed.
“Well, we were talking about a mission, X.”
“Yessir.”
Alienman 