Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Manic Monsoon



She heard the whistle, and the muttered words, and felt the lusting eyes on her as she passed him on the street. She clutched her umbrella and marched on, determined to ignore him.

She heard the scramble, the gasping scream, and saw the shock in his eyes, as the manhole she had just crossed gave way under his weight.

She heard the gurgling of his suffocation in the sewer, saw the fear in his barely opening eyes, his desperate plea for help as she peeked into the gutter.

He saw her clutch her umbrella tighter, blow him a kiss, and march on, smiling.


14 comments:

  1. Hahah... lolzz... Hope the rains wash away his dirt!

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  2. @Priyank Shah - I wish!!! :D

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  3. loved it, as usual!... alleviates pain, this one; pain that the maniacs of this kind bring. (if only wishful thinking were enough :p)

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  4. Well well I wouldn't mind that happening to a few people on the roads actually!!!

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    1. Am sure. Specially in Delhi. And a few here. Why not.

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  5. This one feels like a thriller. What a clever woman. Loved it, Shreya :)

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  6. I'd like that to happen to a few.
    Nice twist :)

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    1. Hehe thank you! And so would I!!!!

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  7. You get what you deserve, well written :)

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