ABCD And S☄

11 am

It is Dussehra! And I am aware of the gen that I do not have to fret a chunk because Indians have built in futuristic features. The eardrums have been teared down in the first quarter of our lives and then we automatically develop robust ears which consider facing extreme Noise Pollution a duck soup. The eyes have felt like they are getting boiled; now we have powerful eyes that it doesn’t even matter how much Air Pollution we have to eye. Bonus: According to trustworthy resources, 75% people wear glasses so we live with forever shields. The nose is used to smell the massive trash trucks dumping the trash in ponds, lakes, and every water body morons may discover. With each built-in spiffy feature I chin-up and roll the cookie dough into cute balls.

7 pm

Our merry game of juggling the shuttle had been interrupted by the obvious possibility. The four little children like us gape at one another in bizarre expressions.

*Disclaimer: Hating is an emotion. You hate, you live.*

There are two badminton courts. The one which we play in, and another where people we loathe float in. The one we play in is better known as ‘Tower 2 Court’ and the other demon’s court is referred to as ‘Tower 1 Court’ for sanity of all. I pause for a minute and say, ‘Everyone, let’s go to the Tower 1 Court.’

Dear Amigo gawks at me with wide eyes, ‘Why..?’

‘Because the evil has been burned already. So that court would be empty enough for us to play.’

7.10 pm

We twist our heads like a bewildered cat. S giggles under his speech, ‘Oh, look! The evil still remains!’ Not one but pretty seven of them are still swimming in this filthy sea. I had thought that evil had vanished but here we are.

We look at ourselves and look at them. How are they still in this world? We, with utter sadness, throw ourselves on the corner sitting. I turn to the left and see two boys trotting towards me as if I have a sandwich smashed right on my face. I rather conclude in wisecracking. I nudged Dear Amigo and question, ‘What is happening in this world?’

Dear Amigo replies, ‘What do you mean?’ I turn my gaze to one guy out of two.

‘Evils are still here and Bhagvan too.’

S’s laugh lingers, ‘Prubhun his name is.’

*Gratis Bonus

A random kid: You guys are spiders! Dumb little spiders!

S: You, Pakora!

A random kid: Pakora?

S: Pakora.