Tales of a Clumsy Girl

#10 Friend Conundrum

Mansi slapped him harder than she had intended.

“I’m sorry,” she said as he rubbed his cheek.

“Why did you hit me?” He asked.

“Why are you this weak?” She replied.

“I’m not weak.” He mumbled.

“Yeah, right. I slapped you a little and you crumpled like a pack of cards hit by a crazy cat.”

“That’s vivid. I guess you are getting your Instagram cat fix,” he said grinning.

“Not by choice. I’m being sent cat pics to see.”

“Ahh. She?”

“Yes, she. And don’t talk about her like you know her,” Mansi said with a stern look on her face.

“Don’t I?”

“No. She’s my friend and not yours.”

“Okay. But I won’t mind knowing her,” he said and winked at Mansi. Mansi fumed. Before she knew, her finger was pointing towards him.

“Stay away from her.”

“What if she doesn’t want to stay away from me,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes and a smirk.

Mansi looked at him and knew he was joking. His left hand was still rubbing his cheek. Mansi knew what she had to do and slammed her fist in his stomach.

“Ouch! What was that for?”

“The slap was clearly not enough,” Mansi said and grinned.

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kpwrites #3

“I don’t know what to say but I think the best thing would be for you to leave,” she said without meeting his eyes.

Rohan looked up waiting for Sanya to at least acknowledge his existence but after a few minutes, it was clear that this was a futile venture. Rohan picked his gift and left.

Sanya fell into the chair and tears started to pour from her eyes. She had never thought that she would say no to Rohan’s proposal. However, the truth is that she couldn’t say yes in good faith after what had happened between Kartik and her last night. She wanted to believe that it was more than just physical but that would be a lie, at least right now.

She had met Kartik yesterday at a friend’s party and had woken up in his bed this morning. She wanted to blame the alcohol, the party, her fight with Rohan but in the end, it was all her. Kartik had been a gentleman offering her breakfast but she was in no mood to eat. And when she reached home, Rohan was there on one knee offering her a ring. She couldn’t believe that he would propose to her after the fight they had two days ago.

‘I should’ve told him,’ she thought with her hands on her forehead. Tears were flowing freely now. “Why was I such an idiot?”

Rohan threw the ring on his way out. It was a fake and didn’t cost him more than a coffee. He took out his phone and started typing. Disgust was blatant on his face.

“Completed the dare.”

“Good. What was her response?”

“She told me to get out of the house.”

“But she didn’t tell you about last night.”

“No.”

“Okay.”

Kartik and Rohan had known each other since childhood. Each putting the other through ridiculous challenges and placing bets on the outcomes. Two days ago, after his fight with Sanya, a drunk Rohan had dared Kartik to sleep with her. He wanted to test her resolve in the relationship. On the other hand, if Kartik succeeded, Rohan had to propose to Sanya.

Rohan had lost more than a bet this time.

Kartik hung up the phone down. For the first time, he wished he hadn’t won.

Sanya picked up the phone. “I have to tell Rohan the truth.”

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kpwrites #2

Sunaina decided to kill everyone involved in her murder. It was the right thing to do. The only thing stopping her was her kid – Rohan. Rohan had unwittingly helped plan her murder and Sunaina couldn’t bring herself to kill her little boy. She had hardened herself several times but Rohan’s face would melt anything resembling anger, hate or resentment she could muster against her baby boy.

Sunaina decided that once she went on her killing spree, it would be easier for her to kill Rohan. Rohan thus found a place at the end of Sunaina’s kill list. She went through her list quite swiftly. The advantage of being a spirit was that while one person on her list was in Mumbai while another was in Delhi, she could still reach them in the same night and finish them off. Moreover, she wasn’t worried about the walls and other things as well. Sunaina had killed her husband, his parents, her parents and her doctor. Now, the only person left was Rohan.

Sunaina looked at Rohan and closed her eyes. She had to kill him. He was the last alive person responsible for her death.

“Mumma,” Rohan said and waved her hand at Sunaina. The hand passed through her but Rohan kept trying. At 1 year of age, his understanding of ghosts was limited. Despite his failed attempts at grabbing his mother, Sunaina felt that she had lost any resolve.

She couldn’t kill Rohan. Even though it was him who had killed her. Her husband, parents, in-laws and doctor had simply made the decision – “Save the child over the mother.” However, it was Rohan who had actually lead to that choice.

But she couldn’t kill him.

“Dead, ghost, and yet, a mother.” She sighed and left the room. Rohan had dozed off after his trying attempts to grab her mother. He will be found sleeping next to his dead family tomorrow with no information about the murderer.

Over the years, he would forget his only encounter with his mother. All he would know is that anyone close to him died before he had a chance to be loved.

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kpwrites #1

It’s dark and a little damp. The raccoon looks at the bright green eyes shining at him. It knows it should be scared but for some reason, the eyes attract it. It slowly moves towards the eyes which increase in number from two to three – the third eye glowing orange between the two green ones. It is a little higher than the green pair and the glow is increasing continuously. The raccoon is scared but still continues to move towards the eyes. It squeals in terror as it’s feet continue to pounce towards the eyes.

The raccoon jumps and the eyes vanish. Raccoon looks around but can’t find anything. In front of it, there is a piece of meat that it starts to devour, the thought of those green-orange eyes forgotten.

In a distance, the three eyes open again – two green and one orange. The pupil of the orange eye enlarges it seems to suck the light around it. An aura forms around the raccoon – which slowly moves towards the orange eye.

The orange eye feeds on the aura and closes. The green eyes close as well.

The raccoon continues chomping on the meat.

Tales of a Clumsy Girl

#8 Pay Me Not!

Mansi decided that life isn’t worth living. She had shouted, screamed and cried but nothing could change the inevitable. She hadn’t slept properly for days and she had even forgotten all her relationships because of this and yet, she hadn’t found success.

“We are working on it.” She heard every time she called Airbnb customer care.

“Let me tell you what the issue is,” Mansi started telling the customer care person what the bug in their system was and how they can fix it. The customer care respondent – definitely not a coder – listened patiently while checking her canned response number 53 and repeated it with utmost courtesy.

“Urgghhh. Listen, you…” Mansi started but before she could continue, the phone was snatched from her.

“You shouldn’t talk like this with them.”

“Can you believe them? I’m trying to pay them to book the rooms. I literally want to pay them money and they aren’t ready to take it. Morons!” Mansi roared.

“Don’t worry. It’s a corporation. They will find a way to take our money.”

“Yeah. Let’s hope we aren’t sleeping on the streets when we reach Rome,” Mansi said and tried to pay through the website again.