Somebody's watching...

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How else could:

kthe lights go off just as I rummage through my purse to locate my keys?

kcome back on immediately after I’ve squinted in the mobile light to open the door?

kgo off again as soon as I step in?

kthe phone beep shrilly and startle me as I try to gauge whose shadow I see outside the window?

kcome back on to show me a huge, black spider squatting on the sofa in all its glory? It looks like a shriveled cat with many legs. And what’s with the disdain, insect? I like my new hairstyle, even though Z and J start talking of bird flu every time they look at my head.

kblink off again after the spider begins to advance towards me? I dodge a black spider in pitch darkness with thunder rattling the window panes. A good time to holler ‘I want my mommy!’

kMommy call right at that moment to tell me that I should leave my job. Why? She hangs up. My cousin’s on T.V.

kthe phone get out of charge as I feel something furry against my toe and try to fix the bright Reliance glow on the obtrusion?

kall the wicks in my seven candles fray and come off as I try to light them?

kI stub my toe and drop the last match in a pool of water..which reminds me that I should have wiped my shoes before I got in.

ksit on the sofa, close my eyes, and hear a gruff voice practically breathe over me: ‘Madam, not safe to leave door open when there are no lights.’ It’s the watchman with my house keys that I dropped outside.

kThis perfect little orchestration of co-incidental glitches is obviously for someone’s benefit.

Somebody’s watching, and to whoever it is, may I recommend Star Movies. Leave me alone….with the lights on, please.

Comments

Anonymous said…
fantasy ? or fears ??

maybe wishful thinking !!
6:20 PM
Mukta Raut said…
:-)

Well, I sure hope no-body's watching..
6:48 PM
sinusoidally said…
There is a conspiracy against you!
2:00 AM
Mukta Raut said…
Hi Sinus,

:-) You say that with such certainty, it's scary. he he!
1:21 PM
Khakra said…
bhooot
5:15 AM
Mukta Raut said…
:-D

In that case, it should be scared of me with my new hairstyle. he he!
10:50 AM
Bohemia said…
Hi Mukta:

Mebbe you watched too much of X-files.

Just found you on blog. Nice writing.

IN case you are wondering, I am Kalpana from LexSite.
6:14 PM
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